They zoom zoomed and zipped their way around the other vehicles on the road.
I pulled my heart out of my throat and kept a steady pace, allowing them to go by -- and get far, far away from me.
I've noticed just about everybody is in a hurry these days. It has a lot to do, I'm certain, with being cloistered for several weeks during the pandemic. All that pent-up energy.
Being the contrarian I am, my inclination has been to slow down. I went home last night and sat by the kitchen window, looking out at my backyard, watching day turn to night. There was a cool breeze. And crickets. And fireflies flickering their lights. Maggie dozed in her basket. I breathed it all in.
This morning I awoke to a cotton candy sky, all pinks and blues. And birdsong. And squirrel chatter.
Just a gentle reminder that the world will continue turn. The sun will make an appearance every morning. And each day we are given has at least some moments of peace and a little joy, if we look for them.
So, why is this "get off my lawn" gal spouting platitudes?
Don't get used to it. I'm sure the old irascible Barb will return next week.
Sans the crotch rocket.
TTFN.
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