Windows

His favorite, were the windows of his travels. How he could lookout from a train window without end. The landscape flowing by, and in the distance a small house passing by, without even a marked presence. He would wonder who lived and died there,and what stories one would find,if only to spend a day there or perhaps a lifetime. And then a tree somewhere in the distance, All alone, abandoned yet flowing with life,regal in the distance; and he would wonder what it would be like to live under those sleepy branches, even for a day or an hour, or perhaps a life time. Amen.