Jen had a lovely lovely post the other day, seven windows of my soul. It was provocative, the kind of post that gets you thinking about your own soul windows, and demands to be filched.
I think of that first view of the ocean, when returning to Maine for a summer vacation. And sitting on the beach at Robert Moses in the cool of the morning, coffee in one hand, donut in the other, smelling the good sea air.
I remember dancing at my wedding, up on the kitchen counter, late at night to Prince singing Sexy M.F. And I can't walk by Tiffany's without thinking of W. and our first kiss at 57th and Fifth.
I remember stroking Miss M.'s cheek when she was first born; I was still on the table, and W. was holding her near my head. And of looking down at her little blonde head those many nights (and days) when she fell asleep in my arms.
I recall the window of my Fountainebleau room, with the little iron railing framing the view. And I'm enthralled with the view from my office window, which looks just a little like Paris.
My mind is full of snapshots, full of memory, full of small windows into my soul.
Others have shared their own windows - do you have some too?
jen with seven windows of my soul
Jessica with Eleven windows
Tracy from Tiny Mantras
Defiant Muse from Musings...
Kaliroz with windows
BarrenAlbion with seven windows of my soul
Arwen with windows to my soul
Somewhere in the suburbs with windows
Karen with eight windows
Jennifer with Seven views