Windows…
Funny thing is I am sitting here looking out over the view of snow filled fields through one of those windows you know the ones with the frame with little square glass in, a circular effect from the snow surrounding the edges of the wood giving a slight tunnelled glaze. Crackling sounds emanate from the log fire just across the cabin warming the body as it shakes with a kinda of shivered chill as the two weathers meet clashing in contrast, warm on the inside; cold on the out. Many a time I have recalled this view along with many others through many windows over many years, makes for just the right time to set aside for reflection in the comfort of a large cushioned chair. I am sure you have done this many times yourself most of us would of look out of hundreds maybe thousands of windows over the story of our lives.
From earliest times I can remember looking out of a kitchen window in what was in those days in England known as a prefab; a sort of prefabricated house. Vision of that time is sketchy but whatever I saw I spent a lot of time in the cupboard under the sink playing all sorts of fantasy games of adventure. At a later time I remember and here you must allow a little poetic license, walking across a railway bridge with my mother looking through the girders on each side which we might call windows but the reason I remember this particular event is that a jet flew overhead and broke the sound barrier the first time ever it was done, might I add a frightening sound to a four year old lad. Amazing sights I have seen through the glass of and leaning out of a porthole, on board a passenger ship on our way to Australia. I recall a port in the Suez Canal somewhere Port Said I think and very small craft bobbing around in the water while the occupants battered with passenger from the deck and also out of the very same portholes and although I was very sick at this time I still vividly remember the sights and sounds. Well hey they are the windows of a ship are they not and this is after all about significant windows of my life.
The next window I seem to remember is or was actually a windscreen in a vehicle being driven from Perth in Western Australia to a country town called Albany also in Western Australia, now along the way the views were to me truly amazing apart from the endless miles of bushland which I had never seen before; amongst it all were many wonderful birds and animals as well as the various varieties of trees all unique as my mind had nothing to compare them with in memory. Year after year I spent looking out of each new window as it came along to entice me with the wonders contained with the scope of the vision.
Lots of different places we lived, houses in town some out of town all with views of either other houses of hills or mountains even. Always something can be seen out of a window even in the drabness of a cold wet day. I once wrote a short story of such an occasion long gone from paper and memory now but the recollection is still entrenched in my mind. We return to England for a brief time later in my teenage years and I again was onboard a passenger ship this we went around the cape being as the Suez Canal was at that time closed to traffic. A visit to Capetown in South Africa, brings a vision through another porthole to see the spectacle of Table Mountain a phenomenon caused by low lying clouds forming a table cloth effect over the top of the mountain, magnificent sight. Most certainly not the best I have seen though but more on that shortly.
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