Kitchen Window

At home today, and thinking about windows, especially the kitchen one, situated to give the dishwasher (the human one) a sylvan view. This time of year the view reminds me how much raking there is to do. But usually a glance outside is more calming.

I've looked out the kitchen window often in the past 27 years. I've see trees grow, age and die; leaves sprout, green and shade. While sudsing plates I've seen snow fall, sprinklers shower and kids run, bounce and swing.

The kitchen window faces south, and this time of year the sun is low enough to cast dancing shadows through the glass.

It's a window on the world, this window is. Or at least my little corner of it.