Through The Window

glassThere’s a light breeze coming in. The windows are fully open and the place is empty. For now.

It’s the most magnificent view I can imagine. There’s the ocean and the sun is setting just behind it. It looks as if the beautiful dark orange ball is swallowed by the huge body of water.

I breathe in the fresh air, the scent of the ocean and the close by beach. There are some seagulls gliding just above the calm surface of the water. Their calls are almost everything I can hear. Almost.

One of the waiters is setting tables. I’m surprised there not more people in here tonight. Especially at this time of the day. It’s the best time to be here, watching the sun set while enjoying a good meal and a good wine.

I stand there, looking out the window, watching the old couple I’ve seen before walk with their dog along the little beach. I wonder if they pick up shells or little pieces of glass. Glass jewels as my kids call them. You know, the washed out pieces of glass you sometimes find on the beach? Those…

I watch this old couple strolling along the beach, every now and then picking something up and getting closer to the cliffs at the other side of the beach. I watch them how they walk next to each other and then suddenly get closer and wrap their arms around each other for a kiss. They might be grand parents. How sweet to see that they still want to hug and kiss. I imagine they’ve been together for a while now. But who knows? Maybe they’ve only just found each other.

The sun has set. The light is slowly dimming. The tables are set. The place is ready for the next day when guests will be back, enjoying a meal and a stunning view. Maybe watching people on their walk along the beach. Soon it will be busier here. Soon the temperatures will be warmer and the water will be full of families trying to cool down.

I will be back but now it’s time for me to leave. Not without trying to spot the old couple one more time. They’re now almost back at the parking, ready to go home, their dog jumping up and down next to them.
I wish I could have the place just for me at this time of the day with all its windows wide open. It wouldn’t be fair to everyone else though who’s enjoying tranquil moments like this there too. I haven’t been there and really looked outside this window in the last couple of weeks but looking forward to do it soon again.

Nevertheless the world you can discover looking out a window is amazing, no matter which window we open or look through. So look up. Open the curtains or even open the window. Look outside and enjoy.

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Inspired by the Daily Post Daily Prompt – Through The Window

34 thoughts on “Through The Window

  1. Your ocean picture is similar to a scene my grandfather painted on the wall of their bathroom. At the bottom of their stairs, he painted a path and woodlands, and in my bedroom, he painted a brick wall with a gate and black cat sitting on it.
    We left that house in 1965, and discovered in 1981 that the cat was still there!

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  2. You paint such a beautiful picture with words πŸ™‚
    I was able to clearly visualize the whole scene. And it was soothing πŸ™‚

    Momma’s view is soothing πŸ™‚
    The picture is so soothing πŸ™‚

    I wish you a great day.
    Anand πŸ™‚

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  3. What a lovely, happy post. I love the beach and the one you shared with us is certainly beautiful. particularly with the sun setting. I enjoyed the little snippet of the old couple and their dog too, it just added to the beauty of the scene,
    This really is a case of ‘every picture tells a story’.

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