Ivy

The ivy is blushing red now, as we plunge headfirst into the depths of autumn.

I used to think think that the ivy was a nuisance, obscuring my view of the outside world by covering my window.

It's been a while since I've had the full view of what's outside. The ivy has divided my sight into little sections, a color-by-numbers. I don't know which view I'd choose now.