OUTSIDE THE BEDROOM

I look out our bedroom window every morning after pulling back the drapes.   Color strikes.   A bit of the outside world becomes a picture like no other.   It seems to make daily changes as the months go by and flowers disappear while new ones arrive.   The trees change color when the sun shines upon them.   I stand staring.   The beauty arrives whether it be a sunshine experience or a fog ridden picture, its charm never leaves.