How I Felt When I Walked Outside This Morning

Cynthia May

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24-01-2025

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Stepping outside this morning wasn't just a physical act; it was a sensory overload. The crisp air bit at my cheeks, a stark contrast to the cozy warmth I'd left behind inside. It was the kind of cold that invigorates, a sharp slap of reality after a night spent cocooned in blankets.

A Symphony of Senses

The world unveiled itself in a symphony of sensations. The muted sounds of the city, usually a constant hum, were softened by the dampness clinging to the air. Each breath was a tangible thing, a cool, slightly sharp intake that filled my lungs. The sunlight, though still shy behind a veil of clouds, held a promise of warmth, a gentle hand urging the day forward.

The Quiet Beauty of the Ordinary

I noticed things I often miss in the rush of a typical morning. The intricate frost patterns clinging to the leaves of the oak tree outside my window, the way the dew clung to the spiderwebs strung between the branches, the almost imperceptible shift in the color of the sky as the sun began its slow ascent. These quiet details, often overlooked, spoke of a beauty that's both fragile and powerful.

A Moment of Reflection

This morning's walk wasn't just about the weather; it was a moment of quiet reflection. The crispness of the air seemed to wash away the cobwebs of my mind, leaving me feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. It was a reminder of the simple pleasures to be found in the ordinary, the understated elegance of nature's subtle artistry. It was a moment of appreciation for the small things, a subtle shift in perspective that recalibrated my internal compass, and left me feeling grounded.

In short, this morning's walk was a reminder to slow down, to appreciate the small details, and to embrace the invigorating power of a crisp autumn morning.