Morning walk is meditative.
I try to sit, but strangely walking works better for me.
Add a camera on my shoulder and I am sorted.
It's been steadily getting colder but I can't seem to let go of my habit of morning walks.
The path is winding.
The trees are bare.
Between the whizz of cars, I hear gentle rustling.
Rustling of leaves.
Rustling of dry leaves, still stuck to the tree.
Few trees here are yet to let go of their leaves.
An old habit and a new one.
With every walk I pick up one tiny pine cone out of the many strewn under the trees.
I have a couple now:-)
Life is beautiful. We just need to open our eyes to see it.
I remind myself everyday:-)
