The scene, white washed by the morning sun, appears bland, indistinguishable, while the bulb's light facing me grows gradually more brilliant upon my face, making me, the observer, the subject of the the scene. With warmed features, eyes close to feel the morning--more than spy it. I become more aware of how my inner state defines the view.  The sounds of birds calling one another on, bring me into their experience. I see peace, and calmness soothes.  Reciprocity--The life before me and my own within.  This is how we move through all our days, interacting, feeling, knowing, and sharing, unbeknownst to most as we seek to simply be on our way. We define the scene as much as enter in to it. And how we see, defines us.