Tall trees

The house is silent, except for the intermittent heat clicking on and off. I think it's 30-something degrees outside.  I'm sitting alone drinking a cup of joe. And as I look out the large picture window, I think I may be on vacation. 

The trees are so, so, so tall. I can see the blue sky peaking around the branches with teeny tiny green buds.  This purple flower tree (I wish I were better about identifying trees!) is painted in front of the tall trees in the distance.  

The plentiful arrangement of tall trees, the almost-bare branches, the silent house, the space in time for noticing--this stuff happens on cabin vacations.  But I'm not on vacation! I'm sitting in my living room.