Night Windows.

Well its night time now, the suns down, the breeze is gone, the leaves are holding still, holding tight on their dieing branches.

Earlier today, i stood outside, outside of the three story building i work in, admiring the view, the charred mountain side from the fire earlier this summer, the orange and yellow patches of leaves which some how escaped that wild fire, as if they stood up and ran. The parking lot full of cars which scream individual stories, wash me, fix me, admire me, drive me up that charred mountain side and place those beautiful colors in my passenger seat. Birds singing ballads i swear they spent months composing. Oh yes, and the sun, i will never forget just how bright it was....

Now when i arrived at work all of this seemed normal, a normal day, regular cars pulling up to work, the sun is always out on these fall days, covered by clouds or not, the same birds hanging in the dull field beside the parking lot...

and when i returned to work from the doctor, who assured us the worst is one step closer to a very real reality the day changed fast...
the cool breeze on my forehead was beautifully cold,
the leaves turned vivid and swayed on the branches just a little slower,
the crunch of rubber to gravel rang in my ears,
the sun had a glare in my eye like i have never seen real sun light,
the mountain directly in front of me but just out of reach - seemed as a helpless infant who had no choice against those hellish flames...

because today, life, its night windows and its giant hands just made life a bit more real...



We love you all, and thanks for your kind words you planted in my ear today, they have truly, already grown into flowers.

-Nayt