A View from my Balcony

A lot on my mind, and a lot I should talk about. Yet, perhaps I've become much more shy lately. Sometimes I feel like I'm holding back from my usual social self. Perhaps, I may have have been carrying too many unneeded burdens for too long. I miss having close people around me to share my thoughts with, or just to be with I suppose. So many times, I'd just gaze out my balcony.

The view is incredible.

From such a tiny platform, I can view the space needle and gaze out at the lake. I can see the people hurrying about to do their daily tasks. The stream of people are endless. They look so busy, so concerned about their lives. Sometimes they look happy. Sometimes they look hyper. And I always wonder, how big do they think the world is?

When I glance up from watching the people pass, I can see the horizon. All encompassing, the sky makes the city look so minuscule in comparison. A passing cloud can swallow all the cars, the campus, the people. We are indeed very little people.

In such light, perhaps all that I wonder about, all that I worry about, all that I think about, becomes much much less. I become less.

Out there, on the balcony, I suppose my burdens become merely a whisper in the wind. A soft soliloquy, that's carried away, combining with the rest of the world. And all that I'm left with is wonder.

God truly made a beautiful world.

I suppose that, it may be a lonely image. Me, staring out from a balcony, amongst the wind. But beyond me, the sun is setting, blazing golden and orange hues across the sky.

Wordless, the view from my balcony washes away a bit of my burdens, and strangely, grandly, it connects me to a magnificent world.