I look out this windows every work day. Sometimes it’s sunny. Other times rainy or snowy.
Often times the sky is blue, the clouds are white and the wind blowing through the trees beckons me to them.
This window sits at the end of a long hallway.
Even on gray days like today, my view out this window is enticing. I work in a basement most of the day. No windows. No light. It’s only when I venture out of my lair to run tickets and see customers do I get to enjoy a view outside.
Something other than pixels. Screens. Beige. Dreary, stained basement carpet. It’s nice to look at something more. Something alive and moving.
The basement office is always stagnant. Everyday it’s the same colors, smells, sights and sounds.
Outside is vibrant and alive.
Whenever I are this window, I wish I could walk up to it and fly right through it out to the sky. To soar among the treetops.
To feel the wind on my face.
To hear the bustling world below.
To see the colors and sights.
To smell the air.
To be free of this basement.
To be free of my bonds and responsibilities.
To fly free.