(This was written on 6/18/2009 and slightly edited)
The view from my bedroom window is a mathematical formula. On the inside, in part, it is the euphoric sound of Beethoven. Outside, is a painting of a Wisconsin landscape rich in maple trees, a meadow, the birds at my two feeders, and the distant red tail hawks hunting for the seed searching songbirds of the green fields. Above my backyard wilds, the clouds blanket the troposphere in a blue and white hue of silk and the winds gently play a song that causes the trees to dance. The sum of these parts equals a great ease and sense of awe. The equation fills my head and gives me new meaning to the world outside my bedroom window.
Eric C. Schulz