I stand in the still of the house, looking out of the
window. I see the shadows made by the tiny new leaves on the trees. I feel
something…from the past. I don’t know what or from when it is but I feel it any
time I look at the shadows/shade made by a bright green tree filtering the sun.
It is a sense that time has stood still, that there is a soft sense of melancholy
yet not outright sadness. It is almost a sense of what can be rather than of what has
been. It is a feeling that peace is within reach but probably not touchable. It
is something, I know, that needs to be contemplated.
