Walking in the autumn time is a wonderful opportunity to watch the trees don their brilliant colors of red, orange, and yellow. Like peacocks on display, the trees celebrate in fine style with dancing and chatting.
Yes, I said chatting. As the leaves on the trees dry, they rustle in the wind, commenting on the glorious sky, the birds on the fly, and the passerby.
In a few short weeks, the leaves fall and the splendor begins to carpet the ground.
Depending on the strength of the wind at a given moment, the leaves can swirl and dance outrageously or softly float downward like exhausted dancers.
As I shuffle through the ankle deep leaves, I savor the swooshing sound around my shoes. For me, the crunchy remnants of the glories of autumn create the perfect opportunity for white noise, facilitating a light meditative state.
I am in the moment of Now.
I feel the hum in my body as I resonate with the sounds and feel of Mother Nature. The autumn leaves whisper their secrets.
Yes, I said chatting. As the leaves on the trees dry, they rustle in the wind, commenting on the glorious sky, the birds on the fly, and the passerby.
In a few short weeks, the leaves fall and the splendor begins to carpet the ground.
Depending on the strength of the wind at a given moment, the leaves can swirl and dance outrageously or softly float downward like exhausted dancers.
As I shuffle through the ankle deep leaves, I savor the swooshing sound around my shoes. For me, the crunchy remnants of the glories of autumn create the perfect opportunity for white noise, facilitating a light meditative state.
I am in the moment of Now.
I feel the hum in my body as I resonate with the sounds and feel of Mother Nature. The autumn leaves whisper their secrets.
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