windows

If you could look out your living room window onto any possible scene ... what would you choose? The view from your childhood bedroom? The pasture behind your grandparents' house? Your business? Westminster Cathedral?

I'm thinking I would choose the view out over the hills at the camp where I worked in high school. I had so many good times with God reading my Bible while watching the sun rise there.

I'm finding it interesting that the view I would choose for a window is very different from the one I would choose for a picture.

A window has a sense of "place" to it - as if I were choosing a spot into which I would like to be able to walk out my front door, as opposed to one that I want to look at occasionally.

The "windows" I would want seem to have sentimental attachments ... places I treasured, spots where conversations occurred that influenced my life. They aren't always the most beautiful scenes, but they're emotionally-connected.

Pondering strange things today, I suppose!