Autumn Before Sunrise.

A meditation.

The blanket of dusky blue hanging above.

The continuum of traffic far in the distance.

The crunch of the leaves beneath my feet.

The rumble of the plane take-offs; heard but not seen.

The harmony of bird song among the tree tops.

The gentle tiny trickle as I pass a flow of water.

The cool, crisp air breezing across my face.

The orange spectrum of colours lining the streets.

The glow of the street lights fading in the sunrise.

The blanket of dusky blue lifts as the world starts to wake.

The rumble of the planes become muffled as the day takes place.

The harmony of bird song fades in the noise.

The trickle of water, trickles regardless.

The autumn spectrum of colours is ever present for those who take a moment to notice.

It wasn't until I got back from my walk with Zen, that I realised I was in complete meditation for the whole walk.

The whole time, I was struck on each thing I was noticing.

As soon as I stepped out the door, it was like the cold air hit my face and I was immersed in all the noises, all the colours - every sense was hit.

And it's sad that majority of people won't stop to notice and appreciate what the world can give us!

It's all there, it always will be. But do we really see it?