All lit up, the treat of waiting and on slowing down

- The bridge that goes over Tanyard Creek Park in Atlanta can just be seen, all lit up by the sun, in the far distance.  Click to enlarge.  The week had been frantically busy at work and this after-work-walk on Friday was the first step in winding down.

- On Saturday morning, the shop was open but the human proprietor was nowhere to be seen, but Mr. Whiskers was lying on the floor in a patch of sunlight coming through the window.  I felt a flash of impatience at the prospect of having to wait, because I wanted to get on with my day, but sat on the Deacon's bench to wait.  Whiskers (remembering that I like him) jumped in my lap and stretched his paws up to my shoulder to give me a hug.  We had five full minutes of woman with purring cat, when the shop owner came in, the bell tinkling over the door.  I reluctantly relinquished Whiskers, made my purchase and went on my way.

- On Sunday, I was racing into church at 10:59am to make it in to the service on time, when a woman who is forced to walk slowly came my way and was delighted to see me.  (There is something so wonderful about someone's face lighting up like that.)  I slowed down, too, and told her about my busy morning.  She said, "It took me a lot of years of living to find out that it's OK to slow down."