Lying in bed, just as the morning light appears, I gaze out the window and see the tops of the huge eucalypt trees swaying in the wind. There are birds of many varieties flying in and out of the branches. The mornings are cold but the view is lovely.
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?
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