FALL! The season of the final flourish before blankets of snowy quiet enter home and hearth. The ever-changing view out our bedroom windows always invites a desire to see the new day with fresh eyes. Squirrels play chase on our crabapple tree playground in the spring and scramble to eat freshly bronzed tiny apples in the fall. Today the cornmeal colored leaves flood the room with sunrise light. Before even heading for the bathroom, I often stop in front of these windows to see what’s new. When we first bought our home 27 years ago we watched an entire line of ducklings pit, pat, paddle-pat across our yard as the morning doves sang their starting song. The Norway Spruce trees tower above all, their dominion undeniable, but for the gaps in the top branches that our sons cleared out to see the view. One day they coaxed me up to the top. From that crow’s nest vantage point the only visible sight is green, a layer of trees so thick that all homes and roads are blocked out, stripped by the giants who came before any asphalt paving machines. The seasons give us hope; something is changing, something is new. From where do you take in the view?