There are lots of autumn leaves on a road I'm crossing. In the middle of it lies a carelessly discarded water bottle. I think about how the things around me speak to me. Reality speaks! Then the question suddenly comes to my heart: ‘And did you let it speak to you personally?’ Because the silent message of the discarded bottle was: pick me up and throw me in the nearest rubbish bin! - While I'm thinking about it, the next bottle is already ‘waiting’ for me. This time I pick it up and throw it in the nearest bin with a grin.
