Can Doing Nothing Be Called Research

Golden rain of leaves

aerie, eyrie, perch 
leaves float on unseen breezes 
I sit pen in hand 

wanting to capture
it all on the page but words
cannot hold the wind
                    © Perle Champion

William Wordsworth wrote, “Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher”.

So one could call my gazing hours on end out the window or off the balcony of my aerie watching the seasons change before my eyes as research.  

And, one could call my walking down sidewalks kicking leaves as hands on experience to commit to the page at a later date.