Autumnal Notes

I look at the trees during my morning walk, breathe in, exhale. Winter is approaching so the trees are mostly denuded of their leaves, yet stand tall and proud, challenging my own feelings at the sight of the changed landscape. We only see what we want to see, our minds cluttered with the weight of thousand thoughts, our vision blurred by countless distractions. With the uneven light of dark clouds filtering through what’s left of the leaves is perhaps a reflection of nature’s unabashed assertion that she’s in charge. 

I stand and gaze at the trees bordering the farmer’s field. For a few minutes, precious and transitory, the quiet of the landscape transforms into a world of words without words, the softness of unspoken whispers coming through. I listen, feel a smile appear on my face. It’s almost as if I have stepped into a secret world where I am the guest nature has kindly let in allowing me to look around with surprised enjoyment at the goings on of a mystery. I am forever transformed.

I leave with new energy urging me to climb another mountain, welcome another dawn.

Keep smiling, dear friends.
Purabi Sinha Das