grateful for the view

when you live on a farm in the country side there is something you do often, something i do daily and that is look out the window. at first you simply see the light, dark or blue skies, the grey clouds or the bright sun, the fog or the wind,  then you look at the trees and notice the last few leaves that remain, then your eyes begin to focus on the animals and birds that are flying by, soon you realize you are looking through it all now. you start to see your passed, how it has brought you here, you start to hear little titbits of conversations, laughter and tears, you start to feel warmth and sadness for those who are no longer here, then you begin to focus on who is and how grateful you are for  being able to love the ones you do.

i am grateful for seeing through the trees, home.