From my south bedroom window as I lie in bed, I can see southeast. This morning, I watched the sunrise for about 20 minutes. There is a little cloud cover interspersed with blue sky. Pinks, purples, reds, and orange – all reflecting off the clouds in waves for a minute or two, then greyness. In the next minute, another kaleidoscope of color!
I see the greens & browns of my lawn in the foreground, awaiting the snows of winter. A little further away, golden Kansas prairie grass waves in the morning breeze. Before the skyline, a row of now-leafless cottonwood trees raise their bare arms before the morning sun.
The dawn colors are now gone and another day begun. No matter what has happened beneath this sky in years gone by or what will happen in the years to come, the Kansas sun will still come every morning to waken the prairie. Insects will buzz, birds will tweet their cheery tune, and the wind will blow hot or cold, depending on the season.
I feel so lucky to have this view from my bed. I can remember years where all I had to see the world was a small window looking out over the gray shingles of the neighbor’s roof and a Bandaid patch of blue where the sky might be.
When one is confined to bed most of the time, the window is the only view of the outside world. What a privilege to awake every morning and see such beauty. Kansas weather can change in the blink of an eye. One minute I see blue sky; the next, wind, lightning, clouds, and rain. I love the fury of a storm, just as long as a tornado doesn’t hurl my trailer to the land of the Wizard of Oz!