Yet, we don't open them and familiarize ourselves with the sights and smells and feel of everything around us. The window to color-splashed sunsets and dramatic skies of dawn, remains closed. The window to walk amidst the sights and sounds of our yards and neighborhoods, to know them intimately and make them our own, is shut tight. The window to breathe in the scent of nature and make it part of who we are, is pulled down and unused. The window to stand beneath a star studded blanket of a black velvet night, is never opened.
Time is a gift of mystery.
No one knows the hour it will end. Should this day be my last, I want to see the sun rise and set, feel the caress of the breeze that ripples the leaves on the trees in my yard, let the stars kiss my face goodnight. Should tomorrow wake without me, let the space I left behind, stir with the gentle closing of the many open windows of my life.