She was determined to escape her prairie roots of unending
flatness. The mountains called her. Their majesty, their solid-ness drew her to
the window where she could stand in awe. They would be here long after she was
gone, they would be here before future eyes were born.
She paid and she enjoyed the comfort that no city building
or edifice would ever destroy her view. She could sit on her balcony with
her wine in hand and celebrate what she had denied herself to get to where she
was.
She could dance around in front of her bare window and know
that only the occasional flying bird would see her. At first, she missed the
smell of growing grass and trees leafing out but the solitude of her suspended
life in a tower made up for it all.
There were far-away storm clouds and shafts of morning
light. Blinking stars and birds heading south. There was rolling thunder and
lightning that bounced across the canvas called sky. But what touched her most
was witnessing each sunset, each one inexplicably different. The end of each
day with the promise of a new one as the sun slid below her beloved mountains.
Sunsets never looked like that in the flat lands of her
previous life.
What do you celebrate each day in your new life?
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