Thursday, November 13, 2014

Storybook Window

I like my view. Recovering from a virus as now, it is nice to see from my bed. Even if I can't enjoy the few remaining warm days- here yesterday before the grey and white chill of today- I can see it, and open my windows for the breeze to wander through.

But Rionach wants to know why, 
when she is sitting there and calling from beneath my window,
I would spend any time hanging out a window rather than joining her on the porch.

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