The Window Pane

Just getting ready to open the door, an old door with six panes of glass filling the upper half of the door, like six frames of distinct pictures into the world. Wanting to step outside and take a deep breath of this warming spring morning, but noticed one of the panes was different than the others, distorted slightly, like old time glass. I took some time to look at the pane, to find a slight discoloration of the glass. All the window panes looked out onto a porch and a backyard with trees just starting to leaf and a few daffodils that were announcing another spring was arriving. But that one pane, with a differing hue provided a slightly yellowish tint to the yard. It made the daffodils even brighter and the yard more sun drenched than it was. It was, like art. One small sliver of the world but it drew me in to take a deeper look. I was reminded of the satisfaction that is found by enjoying the small, unique things in life.