Elle Dechen

Musings through the window

As I gazed out of the cozy, oval shaped, oak rimmed window the sunlight greeted me like the embrace of a dear old friend. I noticed it gather in a spherical beam, dancing like a whimsical troupe of Russian ballet dancers. My eyes lingered on this exquisite display and mused upon how perfectly it timed with the 60’s tune that gently sang from the radio in the kitchen. I smiled a small, bashful smile as it nostalgically threw me back into fond memories of my father and I dancing together back when I was small enough to dance on his feet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to savour the warm feelings of joy and gratitude this memory brought me.