I woke up one morning sort of in a funk. Eh...maybe not a funk...that might be too strong of a phrase. I wasn't sad, tired, or upset...but I was something and that something was enough for me to take notice and acknowledge it.
Whatever it was, I didn't like it. I didn't want that to be how my day started. Now from here I didn't necessarily consciously do something specific. If anything I guess I just kind of mentally made a resolve and released it out into the universe...that whatever this feeling was, it was not welcome.
As the morning progressed I seemed to be running into delays. Nothing major; I just ended up leaving my place later then I wanted to, having the gas gauge remind me I had to get gas, etc. Because of all of these things, I consciously thought, "Ok, I'm gonna relax and slow down. It's not like I'm really late for anything."
While I'm pumping gas, I looked up at one lone tree across the street. Its leaves were in the process of changing color. What really struck me though was as to how...dull the tree looked. It wasn't this full, bright, vibrant autumn yellow, but rather a pale-yellow, faded-green, orange-ish collage. I thought to myself how pretty it was even though in a more traditional sense it may not be the most picture worthy scene.
As I'm driving on the highway, I couldn't help but notice the glory that is Autumn in New England. The trees were all sorts of beautiful shades of Fall.
Thinking about it now, that whole scene could be viewed as a macrocosm of the tree I saw earlier...but that would lead to a whole different discussion
Anyways, from that point on, the rest of my day was great. That moment of simply witnessing my surroundings and perhaps experiencing something larger then myself really seemed to take away whatever that feeling I had from the morning.