Outside my lattice window,
Is the spring light warm yet
For a plum blossom flower? Wang Wei (701-761)
In the early morning looking through my window I glimpse a bit of my garden; the flowers, some grass, a tree. Each day I look through the same window and think this is the garden! Yet like a living painting, the light shifts, seasons change and so does the view. The garden grows, declines and remerges in new growth. The window frames my view. Outside looking in is the same garden but a different view. I stand in the grass, under my tree looking toward the window. The window is significantly smaller, the flowers fill the view, the grass and tree are no longer in the picture. My position changes my viewpoint.