The sun rises later now and I notice it.
Just a few weeks ago, the birds were singing before my eyes enveloped the new day. Now it's quiet again.
I think of winter and how darkness will be my morning company for several months.
For the past few couple of years, I've found myself slowing come August. Still a month left of summer vacation for our school-aged boy, and yet my body is preparing for the change soon to round the corner.
We'll be flush faced and hot with schedules full to the brim. December will knock on our door and we won't hardly be ready.
I nearly panic at the thought of how quickly time seems to whirl.
He stops my thoughts from unraveling and suddenly I pause. Because, it is still August, after all.
In the Here and now, there is laughter. And blooming. And beauty.
And slowing makes me notice.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."