It’s now 8 months since I moved windows in Cornwall. As time goes on, the sun sets on any memories of mere bricks and mortar. Instead, it’s this view from my old bedroom window that stays with me from all those years in that house in Saltash that I loved.
It’s the sight and sigh of a silhouetted tree against the glory of many a sleepy summer evening sky. That old eucalyptus tree is sadly now gone. I remember the sense of loss I felt when I first saw it fall, aged and then broken by a storm.
But, somehow, that tree has stayed with me. I watched it change through the seasons and skies for as long as I can recall. Then the pain of letting it go, part of life’s natural ebb and flow.
I’ve kept so many of my life’s windows with me. Those views where I’ve gazed on my many changing worlds. I think in time what I’ve seen through my windows has become more a part of me than I’ve ever fully realised ?
