I drove so fast yesterday to get the kids to the orthodontist on time one of my daughters said it made her body hurt on the turns. A proud moment indeed. The orthodontist chuckled with understanding.
Hurry here, rush there, grab it and go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Run.
An hour earlier I had wandered the field out back and taken these photos. I had settled momentarily but couldn't keep the peace.
Hurry here, rush there, grab it and go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Run.
There are thousands of excuses for hurrying. Probably none good, habit foremost among them. I am good at making excuses and at operating based on mindless habit. I am robot.
Hurry here, rush there, grab it and go, let's go, let's go, let's go. Run.
But today I'll take these images with me, the delicate fuzz on the soybean plant that goes otherwise undetected unless I stop. And look. Take a breath.
No dangerous speeds today, no turns that hurt, there is time enough. So much goes unnoticed otherwise in the frenzy.
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