#113 The Slow Route

I took the slow route today

It's odd, but I think I liked it.



It turns out, the place that I live is remarkably beautiful.

The sun can indeed shimmer, if you look at it right.

If neither of you are going too quickly, you can exchange a good morning with strangers.

Close up, scenery isn't actually blurred.



The space between worlds is a destination itself

The journey is not intrinsically interwoven with the destination

Time, is not merely a deadline

Time is what we are given to experience the world.



The path I walked was beaten, but not previously be me

It had a stone wall one one side, sometimes. People tending allotments on the other

The streams flowed. Picking up some sediment, but also leaving it to rest.

Baby birds really are absolutely tiny.



The cliché of life going too fast is well known.

But life doesn't go fast. We do.

When we don't, we often don't move at all.

Needing to rest from going fast the whole time.



Slow. Slow is a new one to me.

Not quite rest. But far from fast.

I won't take it again for a while. Tomorrow is down as a fast day.

But the trail is not as unfamiliar now as it was.

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