In a state of zero there are no questions.
An empty void waiting to be filled?
On my bike today is my existence elevated by
a black cormorant sweeping low over the water and a flying fish jumping out to meet him,
the sun in an azure sky, small white clouds low above the horizon,
eight duckling chicks with protective Mother, a moorhen’s precarious nest propped against a post,
a cluster of iridescent dragonflies busy on the banks,
one of the first cuckoos singing in the distance,
elegant reeds – standing tall and soft in their massed ranks,
pink-tinged wild roses abundant along the banks rubbing branches with blowsy elderflower bushes in full bloom,
a cacophony of smells – hot hearth – damp algae – fishermen’s decaying maggots – a lavender bush – grass cuttings accumulating on the water,
all carried to my senses on the breeze blowing from the water?
All senses indeed elevated by the experience.