I am sitting in my upstairs office looking out the window, mesmerized by the absolute mosaic before me. There are bare trees filling the viewing plane. The apple tree closest to my window. An elm tree in the next yard over. Some other kind of tree farther away. Bare branches shooting in every direction. Crisscrossing one another. One tree with branches a golden, reddish brown. Another’s branches nearly black. Another, ochre. Some of the branches are large. Some small. Behind all of them, a yellow, orange, pink, purple, blue sky lighted with sunrise which fills every large and tiny space between the branches. A stained glass picture only the magnificence of nature could create.