Life…
Sometimes, the pace is insane. Everything flies by in a blur, there’s not a moment to stop and smell the flowers, and decisions and actions seem to be made by reflex, without a pause to think of the consequences. You race through each day, hand to mouth, and god knows why, because we all know what’s at the finish line.
Then, there are times when life slows down to a leisurely pace, and the minutes seem like minutes, the hours like hours, and everything is as it should be. You can mull over the big things, sweat the small things, and stop and smell the flowers (or whatever else you fancy sniffing).
I like those times.
Or something like it?
WillQ.









