... the beauty outside my windows
Sitting in my favorite chair in the morning with my tea on the little table beside me I look out on a beautiful scene outside my living room window. The trees are golden with leaves, interrupted only by two white houses peeking through.
At this time of year, I'm surrounded by beauty. When I'm at my computer in the bedroom window, also at the front of the house, I'm looking at the same scene from a slightly different perspective. However, The landscape is just as breathtaking.
It has become a morning ritual to wake up, lift the shade on the bedroom window and drink in the beauty of the day. But it wasn't always that way, I didn't like Melrose in the beginning. More accurately, I didn't like not being in Danvers, where, after forty two years, I knew almost everyone.
view from laundry room and back hall window on the eighth floor of the Cochrane House
That time is in the past. I now enjoy Melrose and I've adjusted to being in Senior Housing. The Cochrane House, where I now live, feels like a community of friends. There is always someone to talk to in the laundry room, as I cut through on my way to work, or my grandson's soccer game, or to meet friends for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
There are often luncheons in the building or various activities, which I am usually too busy to attend but like knowing are there. Melrose has become home.
December 4, 2009