6am. I've come outside to feel the shock of cold morning air. My porch is small and contains only one long bench for sitting. I wipe the dust from it with my palm and sit, knees pressed together. I stare out onto the line of bushes and note their contrast with the cloudless sky. Immediately my attention is drawn to a dazzling light.
Today I walked isles lined with art literature. It’s been too long since I’ve set aside time to wonder. I miss art. I passed a Japanese couple speaking animatedly about a painting they’d found in a large Michelangelo book that sat protected in an end-cap. She would point and brush her finger across the page. His slow nod, brows nit in response. Minutes pass and I’m warmed by the consideration, the patience it takes to see a piece of art.
The tips of my fingers were numb as I yanked my lunch bag out of my backpack. Walking to the break room, my mind drifted towards the day's list of to-dos. By the time I reached the refrigerator the work day's anxiety was in full flux. I closed the fridge door and turned to fill my jug. I didn't get far. The view from the 32nd floor stopped me in my tracks.
I can’t believe November is here, its chill seeping indoors. Thank goodness my thermal curtains arrived today. (I highly recommend them, my energy bill does too). Of course, they are much heavier than my summer curtains so naturally, my mind made sense of NEEDING to purchase new curtain rods today.
How to explain the beauty that exists just before dawn. Autumn has come again and with it fresh rain, that blows in gusts from passing commuters on the road. As I wait at the bus stop, a break in the traffic leaves behind a deep silence. In the quiet I can hear pins dropping. In that moment I'm no longer on my way to work. I'm just here, listening to the unseen droplets in the darkness.
At the end of each exhausting day, I make the last stretch of my journey home on the public bus. It jerks to a halt at each stop and passengers shout their thanks to the driver as they step into the evening. There is one great hill that is lined by a small forested area. It's not till we reach this part of our journey that I can truly bring my mind home.