In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Through the Window.”
Look thru a window and write what u see.
I am sitting in the company van right now waiting for some clients and looking out the window I see these beautiful plants. It smells like rain.
And I want to be like this tree; open leafed, branches reaching out to touch the life around it, reaching up to greet the sky, the rain, the sun.
I don’t know if this is true but it seems to me that these plants contain a thousand lines of love and precision just flowing into each other. I did not realize it before but I can actually see how each are interconnected with each other. I know they’re not conscious but they are alive and I can feel that.
Also there’s mad traffic here as well.