Wednesday, December 27, 2017

A Room with a View

Nine years after and thousands of miles across continents, I’ve endured plane seats with my elbows clipped to my sides or with the view of a lonely wing, and hotel rooms with a view of another window, behind which someone must be dreaming of an island vacation instead. Despite the pains of all these purposeful flights and plights, my destinations have always been with sheer delight. Once again at a crossroads, I remain thankful and feel blessed to have a room with a view – a view of evergreens on a quiet road. Simply imagining the robins singing in spring and the deciduous trees coming alive again, I can stop dreaming of palatial walls or a niche in a concrete jungle. Jamison/11/25/2017

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