Yesterday I turned my chair toward the window.
And I sat.
And I watched the sun move across the sky.
And I followed the light as it changed through the frame of my window throughout the day.
From glowing back-lit birch leaves to the glare of head-on shining ones.
I watched the silver strand of a web appear and disappear just as quickly.
The breeze itself changed from crisp to cool and soft and sweet.
And I was glad that my body beckoned me to be still and imposed on me a sabbath.
Were you “looking out the window” ?