It is black outside, my windows just reflect the inside of my home, and me sitting in my easy chair. It is never a good thing for a window to be a mirror. No one needs to be reminded of what they can see with their own eyes. A window is an opening to a wonderful world made just for me. Many of us have replaced our widows with mirrors, a reflection of what we can already see, a reminder that all we see is all there is until all we see becomes all we see.
I always see my windows as mirrors first. I long for the dark indigo of morning, the first glimpse that a wonderful world is there just waiting for light to reveal it, to turn my mirrors to windows again. Oh, if I only knew who made light, I would owe them my absolute devotion.
“I am the light of the world.”
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| One of my windows waiting for light. |
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