I am bored, but I look around and see something.
A solitary bird, small and brown, alights on a patch of green grass. It looks melancholy all by itself, but also intense, focused, wary. You can feel it staying alert to any sign of danger or disturbance, even as it keeps its head down, poking and pecking in search of food. Then, as quickly as it came, it is gone.
Fifteen minutes up. A call for volunteers to read their entries. One sees fluttering leaves as harbingers of both decay and rebirth. Another riffs on a carpet of grass that needs fertilizing, still another celebrates the rippling water in the pool. The senior guy, as always, is the most poetic, glimpsing in a large, well-trimmed topiary “the impulse to civilize and the desire to control.”
Explanation time. Deep breaths. This exercise, says the coach, is all about how you see the world around you. You perceive reality through your own eyes, through your own experience. Often, how you see things is a reflection of how you see yourself. What's out there is what's inside. The objects you've just described, they're basically you.