Sunlight

Now that it is Autumn, observing the change in the sunlight here in the northern Northern Hemisphere is ... well, enlightening. I can feel the spin of Earth under my feet when I meditate in the movement of light across a white window blind. These crisper late September mornings light up later. The sun peeks through my kitchen blinds where it was not visible in the high days of Summer. Shadows are darker, longer. In the afternoons, I watch perfect, sharp silhouettes of the buildings across the street crawl across the pavement in front of my house. Better than watching TV. Better than standing in a museum in front of a painting of shadows. Being alive and observant in the present is the core of humanism in practice.