Earlier today, I went downtown for the first time in above a year. Everywhere, there were little changes.
The hobby shop newly stuccoed their storefront. The used bookstore introduced shelves of little nick-knacks that weren’t sold the last time I’d been in. The coffee shop laid a new carpet. All those little changes were for some reason reassuring — as if they signified that things had not gone into decay over the past year. Life thrives.
I sat at a table outside the wine and coffee bar to watch the traffic go by. But more importantly, to watch my mind watch the traffic go by. For some reason — and I’ve never figured this out — I find it easier to watch my mind in a somewhat busy environment than in a perfectly quiet and still environment. I don’t know why that is.
Given me busy sunlight dancing on the lake’s waves, or — as today — a busy streetscape, and I will often enough find myself freshly aware of what my mind is doing. But give me a perfectly quiet room, and the same degree of awareness is most likely lost. Why is that?
The weather was beautiful today.