Looking out my living room window is better than watching a movie

The sites and sounds, the action moves me

Crepe myrtles line my lawn and the neighbors’ across the street

And out the windows on the door, in the distance, I spot a very tall pine tree

The scenes change

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast

Right now outside there’s a thunderstorm

Inside, a flash

The air out there is gray

The wind swirls and the trees sway

I keep watching

It’ll be a different picture in less than a day

The picture tells me the season

The Christmas LED lights on the tree are still there though, still blinking

Today they’re Memorial Day lights

A few weeks ago they were Mother’s Day lights

Five months after Christmas they’re still shining bright

Green, blue, gold, red twinkles

I’m happy living in a place where that’s alright

There’s a round clock on the wall between the window and the door

I face all three of these from my spot on the couch

Everyday they all beg me to get out and explore

The sun of July, the pink crepe myrtles of August, the bleakness of January even

The picture show gives me a feelin’

As the hands of that clock crawl

I sit on the inside now and watch the thunderstorm

I think about the fall

What will I do between now and then

Will that window share a different story

That clock will move

Ultimately the trees will too

As they watch me

May they not say, “This is boring”