Uninvited fears press against the window.
And slip in through the cracks.
Seeping into the throng of thoughts populating our minds.
Hitching themselves to “what if’s” and “why’s” and “how’s.”

Uninvited fears press against the window.
And slip in through the cracks.
Seeping into the throng of thoughts populating our minds.
Hitching themselves to “what if’s” and “why’s” and “how’s.”
After Christmas song and celebration. Days before a new year dawns.
Welcome stillness. In your chair. On a porch. In the woods. At a coffee shop.
And take time for remembrance.
Practice a simple scroll through the past year’s calendar. Or go on a longer walk through your journals.
Wait. Listen.
In flight, I glance out the window. Plane views offering perspective. Patterns visible from 20,000+ feet.
As a kid, I begged for a seat by the window. Delighting in views as we gained altitude.
Watching tiny cars travel small, neat lanes. Between miniature houses all lined up in rows. Rivers curving, shining in the sun through cities and countrysides.
Fields of various colors appearing so perfectly arranged. In squares and rectangles.
On clear nights, myriads of lights indicated cities, towns, villages far below. Captivating. Spurring on my imagination.