I see my Frida picture as I look out my window on my mountain. 
I see all the beautiful bay and buckeye trees.
I hear the lovely song of the tiny bird sitting on the branch of the paper alder. I hear the hum of the hummingbird buzzing around the feeders.
I smell the lingering fog as the sun burns it away. I smell the rosemary and oregano on my porch.
I feel at peace in this spot. This window saved my life during this god awful pandemic.
I feel content now.

- Thia