View {31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes}

The view from my kitchen window changes with the seasons.

In summer, it’s all green up high and shade down low, thick grass under thick branches under thick blue sky. The entire scene wavers and shimmers with heat. The old grey metal barn radiates thickest waves of it.

Fall thins things out. The sky is a thinner blue, the leaves thin from the branches, and the grass’s green thins. Sunlight dims. Shades of brown creep in. The old grey dilapidated barn is a thinner grey.

Winter hardens. Up from the brown ground, spidery bare branches stretch to the wan canopy above, their barely visible shadows etched far across the orchard. The old grey brittle barn wears ice.

Then there’s spring, and life. Overnight, dandelions dot the greening land. Tiny chartreuse buds grace limbs. Cotton clouds punctuate azure above. The old grey lovely barn teems with dew-dappled Charlotte's Webs and bees and lovebirds' nests.

This post is part of 31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes, an exercise in writing a timed, prompted post every day during the month of October. For me, it's a challenge to move beyond prideful perfectionism, to write more freely, and to share more openly.