After cutting through a few parking lots, I found a road and a sign for a park, so I followed it. A little ways down there was a brick building and a nice open space, along a moderate woods. There was a parking lot of sorts and one car parked there. The driver's seat was tilted all the way back, so I suspected someone was napping on their lunch break.
I found a spot in the grass and leaves, under a tree that I didn't know the name of and here I am in this beautiful space... writing.
The trees here could quite possibly be about to hit their peak, in terms of fall color. The space is quite beautiful. There's a mix of bare trees, peppering the green, gold and orange tufts. The sky is blue and white and grey... clouds holding back the sun, like a tattered old shade.
The light, crispy wind makes me think how I wish I had grabbed my vest today, even though I hate how it messes up the back of my hair. It's warmth would've been handy right about now.
The light humming of a leaf blower is the loudest background noise I hear. The sound of the traffic is distant and I can actually hear the leaves rustling in the trees and along the ground. A few birds are scattered about, but right now there is a stillness... and I should really be meditating, but I'm half paranoid about being alone in a strange park and closing my eyes and shit. So I chose to meditate through my words.
I sit here in stillness, inviting my senses to be awakened to everything.
