To notice a new season, a chill in the air, a million hues of brown and yellow, the familiar smell of autumn.
To notice a sound, a bird call, a breeze twisting branches, the bounce of rain off a roof.
To notice a look, a movement, a subtlety, a whisper of skin against yours.
To notice a shift in mood, a perception of something greater, of time, ageless yet ticking.
To have the freedom to notice these things. To me that is minimalism.