Only one morning left for the chance to do this morning gazing. That's tomorrow. The next day I will be up before dawn to finish packing up the house and driving away from this home forever.
The next time I am in my own bedroom and able to gaze out of the wndow, the view will be of a small, but sunny, courtyard. There will be a door opening from the bedroom out to the courtyard and it will be lovely, but there will no longer be the gum trees, the birds or the gentle view that I have had each morning for so many years.
How long will it take, I wonder, to become used to a different morning view?