The Picture Window

I look at the picture window cut into the wall, at the majestic mounds of green, which make the background of the painting. The scene is almost magical, the skies change color as the earth dances around the sun, like an invisible artist's palette. I can feel the wind whipping across my face, a pair of parrots with plumes of blue and green having a playful argument somewhere in that panorama. The thought running through my head is cliched, so near yet so far. I have my eyes set on a beautiful tree on that hill, a focal point, my idea of ever elusive bliss. With such beauty around, I don’t know whether to run towards it, leaving all inhibitions behind or, to run away from it, back to a world which disrespects it.At times, I wish I could disintegrate back into the elements of nature which make my being, Air, Water, Fire, Earth and an effervescent Soul - a part of my picture window....