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Walking, autumn leaves underfoot. 

I direct my mind to "witness" as many leaves as it can register.  Mind obeys and starts excavating meaning out of meaninglessness:  "Hey, this leaf looks like a pitched tent.  Wow, that leaf is half yellow, half green, so symmetrical!  And this leaf has a puddle of rain water cradled in the ladle of its edge.  Wait, that leaf right there..."

I don't want to wait: reality is changing nonstop.  This isn't what I had in mind: I was not interested in "reading" my environment.

So, I speed up the walk.  Mind shifts up its interpretive gears but can no longer catch up: "This leaf... That leaf... This leaf... That leaf..."  Struggling, the machine-gun-mind fires off volleys of interpretive projections upon arbitrarily (?) selected leaves. 

I speed up even more to outrun this monkey-mind and, finally, bliss.  Just noticing, just witnessing, no labeling, no thoughts, just a flow of uninterpreted reality.

Interpretation is an evolutionary luxury.  Reaction is plenty.  When you walk, just walk, whatever the speed.

Move at the speed of reality.