Inside; outside

Looking idly out the window of my favourite coffee shop, sipping on a cool iced latte that I needed after a long walk on a warm summer’s afternoon, a thought came to mind: Why am I so fascinated by the outside world when I just sat down inside?Even now, back at my desk, I find my eyes occasionally looking out the window. I see a black cat walking slowly on the pavement, someone leaning into a friend’s car window to chat, and the vistas of greens – the dark greens of trees and the lighter greens of the fields and the grass.“The world is magnetic,” I thought to myself, sitting in the calm cafe. Looking out the window, I noticed the pink of a flower, a colour that sings loudly among the greenery of summer. I think about how Nature is a multi-coloured canvas: the greens of countryside, reds of autumn, yellows of sands, blues of seas and skies. If Nature were to be a song, it would be all songs.I look up to the sky and recall conversations with friends about what there is to see when we…