September Sunrise
It is a Sunday morning in July.
I look out the window through a gentle rain upon the green field.
A blackbird rummages about, bobbing its head.
This is what the bulk of our lives are made of.
Cherish every moment.
It is a Sunday morning in February.
I look out the window through snow falling silently upon fields of white.
A cardinal lights.
February Window
Seek peace,
Paz
Armchair Zen 
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