The view through the window

There's a window in my office where we can have a beautiful view of the ocean. And I think it is a pleasant view to all in the office as we all are with computers most of the time.

It's a new view every day... Always there is the ocean, two cops, a house, four or more coconut trees and the rail road... but it's always a new view, just like the forever changing wind and waves...

It's so strange that every time I stand near that window and look down at the view, I see LIFE and I feel LIFE...
I see people who struggle to find a way to live one day to people who has the luxury of having evening walks in the beach with their ever loving dalmatian dog...
And I see young people who have their arms around each other's waist and walking with fresh dreams and hopes to elderly people who watch the sunset and think about dreams, hopes and people they had in their lives...
And I also see security personals who risk their lives to save the motherland to people who walk around laughing with each other...

While I'm writing this I can hear the sound of a train going through the beach and memories come unto me how she disappears from the view with her red blocks, leaving us the smoke and a sweet memory.

There were few days which I was at office late, and fortunate enough to see the beauty of the sunset, how the fully red sun hides him self in the mysterious sea. And how hard it is to find the coast and the sea in the dark as it is not for the lights of ships far away in the sea and the lamp posts and and the night train.

So once again I say it's always an everchanging view which contains the beauty of life, through a window...