A Special Blend: January 2005

These thoughts have been reoccurring in my mind:

Window, window, window...

Bank window stretches down
to the floor--
down to the ground
where the snow outside
presses cold against the
glass--against the glass
where my toes
crouch close behind
in snug winter boots.
(Passerby so close,
I pull my nose
from the glass
and stand erect
and feign composure.)

Cottage window
at the cross-street,
yellowy bright against
the grey-blue evening.
A bit of furniture
suggests a life, a home,
a moment--pure--
filtered--removed by
the four-paned glass.

Car window
brings such sights--
such hills and
mountains and fields
and lakes--
inviting behind the
thick glare of glass.

How bitterly cold
this snowy outside
the bank glass.
How dull the life
behind the bright window.
How exhausting the climb,
how chilly the swim
in this great other side
of the world.
--Anne Davis

Work and Relaxation

This past week Mark and I spent 24 hours working on installing a new set of carts for one of my coffee sites. Then we returned for another 18 hour day, the next day.
Needless to say, we have been sleeping and lazing about the house all weekend. The snow storm has helped make that possible. Today we are watching the football playoffs.