From the third floor window

My office at work is on the third floor and has grand windows that offer glorious views of the church and trees that line the street. I have raised the window screens to get a clear view and take photographs from these windows because that’s what I do. Each season.

Once upon a time - the story goes, a Monsignor lived in this corner room. (Monsignor Kealy was pastor at St. Gertrude from 1936 - 1968.) His photo hangs in the entryway next to the front door. He’s a stranger now, and most pass his photo with hardly a notice. But at one time everyone knew him.

Maybe the Monsignor appreciated the same view of the same trees from the same windows. Maybe he also paused and took a second look at the changing colors of leaves, or the trees announcing the return of Spring, or maybe he noticed the white blankets in winter. Did he understand that each day looking out the window something new is offered?

I imagine us standing side by side looking out the window. Someday I will be a stranger too. But our tree friends will still be there to be admired and to tell a story.

Take it or leave it suggestion #3: Look out windows

Monsignor Kealy