Contrast and Communion

It is the little things which capture your wandering attention in October, the way the wind ruffles the trees and sets the leaves adrift in great floating clouds, the morning sky in quicksilver motion, the contrast between a fallen yellow leaf and the blue-green needles of the old pine in which it comes to rest.

Call it communion. All are part of the same thing or mu (no-thing or no-thingness) - the wind, the trees, the clouds and this old scribe in the park, looking up in dazzled wonderment...