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My Christmas trees in the front picture window had to come down before March. (High standards of mine). One tall tree resisted the storage bag and the closet so she remains across the room. I miss the warm glow, the reflection from the inside and out.

Speaking of reflections, it seems I can’t get enough of them. You know the ones from the head and the heart. I’ve been told I over-think everything and that’s probably true. It might be the new year, the winter months, getting older, my past, my future, change just reflecting on everything.

Speaking of reflections again, here’s the replacement for the front window. It doesn’t have the impact the trees had, but it does express some warmth, reflection and an old lamp.