My day starts with the view from my window with the tangerine curtains. It is just a back yard, but I find myself up in the trees, slithering through the grass, and paddling with the ducks in the pond.
The view you see is not what is outside, but often times, what’s inside you that perpetuates the view.
I could see the run down old camper that has been parked there for years, or that the grass is so high, that the bunnies have a hard time hopping, but I choose to see the beauty instead.
What do you choose to see from your window?
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