Through the Window



The winter white window sill displayed it view as proudly as a picture from any at home magazine.

The Warm cloudy sun set crept down over the horizon, a flock of birds basked with open wings at the last light.

A cow pasture sat silently, filled with patches of yellow flowers and overgrown weeds.

Today, all the cows slept tucked away sleeping. Only a mother dear and her fawn filled the space the cows normally stood.

The open space was always for peaceful, quiet and comforting.

Autumn leaves began to fall from their branches.

Thunder clouds rolling in the distance, rumbled in warning. A signal of the coming rains.