What We See!

I sit in the dark staring out the open window hearing the swish of the tree branches responding to the call of the wind. I see the leaves clearly; all their shapes, colors, and sizes are distinctly caught through my lenses and imprint on my mind. And, I am calmed. The day’s troubles fly with that same wind away from me. Oh, to see is such a gift.

In the morning, I look out that same window to a similar but softer breeze and do not see the beauty of those trees and leaves. I see the need to we...