And now for your moment of zen....

At night, when I lie on my left side, I face one of the windows in our bedroom. The streetlight outside casts a shadow of the leaves on the trees in our yard in perfect relief on our window shade. Black on white. So still. When the wind blows, the leaves undulate becoming like black fish swimming in a white sea. The wind is the sea washing the day's cares away. A never ending tide of renewal.