At my open window, a landscape spreads out. As one leans further over the window sill, the space grows bigger, the light becomes clearer. The mind then deciphers unsuspected horizons. From opening to opening, the soul expands.
On stone or bark, the eye looking as closely as possible glimpses tiny landscapes, resembling the big ones in every way.
Each part becomes the whole. And this minute spot, a nest huddled in the depth of winter in the universe, suggests a presence that watches over us.