As i look through my glass door, i see the reflection of the sun colliding towards my eyes. Everything in the sun has a light orange color, perfect for mornings. The landscape i see reminds me only of child stories built over and over in my mind. This is what you call rolling hills. in the left, i notice few houses in between each luscious fields growing at natures will. The fields are thriving. i look farther out and i see giant, yet elegant mountains. These mountains shine over all i see. my eyes wander down to notice a small lake. Small in comparison to beauteous lakes such as Tahoe and the Great Lakes. this small lake has formed constant ripples from the caressing breeze to start a day. Just below me, a deer prunes the overgrown bushes. The deer's fur rustled from something i may never know. I look to the sky to notice the ragged, torn, yet continual clouds. some prominent, others, not so. The last thing i pick up is the circular swiss cheese in the sky. The cheese falling back from it's strong, bright moment of fame. My feet are cold against the wood floor, and i remember i have i life to catch up to. I must let time take its course as the landscape will.