The cottage

The Cottage

As I stand and watch the tree through the cottage window I wonder how many times the cottage could tell me how many people have stood in the same spot and done the same thing, I'm lost in my thoughts, only just hearing the radio behind me.

The branches moving in the wind, moves so graceful, the song which is playing almost complements that big old tree as it moves.

Someone starts to talk and I come out of my thoughts, I now see the small square pains of glass in the window, and all I think about is what shall I cook for dinner.