Usually up at 5am, that view out one of my windows on the Lot is pitch black. Sometimes the moon is smiling down on us. Always, the kitchen behind me and myself reflect back at me. It's as the sun begins to rise on most mornings, we color. Some mornings we are soft blue, some misty gray to olive green, and many...brilliant pinks. Facing the river as I write and work has been a very good decision.
I think you can see why.
I marvel at the different views that can be seen from these three windows on the front of the Chatette that face the Lot from the first floor.
When the color and the mood are spectacular, I am often energized to run upstairs to see what my floor to ceiling french door/windows have to offer.
Yesterday, I watched the clouds quickly rolling by. I love the movement.
From subtle to speedy, it reminds me that even when it seems like nothing is happening and the world is stagnant, change and movement are everywhere and still possible.
I kept an eye on this little gray cloud in the photo below. He was a speedy fellow.
I am spoiled and blessed in this place of my heart.
Happy Thursday!
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