I nearly missed seeing it. Cold gray and snow have piled up so high that one tends to keep their eyes on the narrow passages through the days this long winter. My eyes had been trained on Wednesday chores, looking down as I picked up after The Guys. I don’t know what made me stand up straight and look out the window for a second, but if I hadn’t, I would have missed it.
Brilliant sunlight flashed from within long ice stilettos all along the lower edge of the roof. Melting lightsticks sculpted by energy that people are not feeling as heat were individuals with different sizes and shapes, no twins among them, each piece exquisite alone, all of them together unplanned public art. I was the lone viewer. The shapes, the play of the light, colors more beautiful than my eyes needed to see , but I took my time enjoying it all.
The snow is thigh high out there. I can’t even open my back door. People winter-weary talk about little else but weather troubles they’ve had and weather troubles on the way and when will this end, will this tedious wearing winter ever end?
I have a new outlook. I’ve been transformed by the view out the window yesterday. This is wondrous art. I couldn’t ever afford to pay for it in order to see it, so I am now happy to have it for free.
And it being Valentine’s Day, please accept this token of my regard, along with my wish that you have a
Tags: beautiful world, POV, Valentine's Day
