At the window again - a bit cool on the porch. Mist is moving across the Pond again this morning. The sun is up and illuminating all the trees on the far side. There is an oak with a small patch of yellow and a few yellow leaves scattered among the green. Yesterday I noticed a hickory in the woods with bright yellow. Hickories, I think, are the best yellows. There is still mostly green in evidence, but dulling now. Leaves flutter to the ground when the wind blows, but no wind now. All is still. My favorite place - stillness. Only the mist is moving. The refrigerator motor is running - it's very old and very loud! And, the heat is on so its fan is also running. Even so, it is still and relatively quiet. And when the motors stop, the sudden quiet is beautiful. It's almost as if a gate or a door opens into a different place, a place of quiet and stillness. What do I find in there? It varies. Sometimes I don't even enter. Sometimes I get distracted and wait for the next sound. Occasionally, I venture into the quiet space and sometimes, rarely, it's true, I can stay for a while. Peace is what I find. What does it feel like? Still. Quiet. Emptiness - but with potential. Potential what? Just potential.
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