Sunlight glistening on trees.
Bees searching for a virgin flower to drink from.
Trash cans emptied and lying on their sides.
Branches bowing to the wind.
Freshly mown grass.
A fly, jerkily searching for his way out the windowpane.
Clouds gliding across a blue ocean sky.
Beauty making my soul stop. And take a breath.
No room for clamoring details here at the window.
Just looking, watching, seeing.
Pausing, breathing, being STILL.
Because stillness and beauty feed my soul.