Peruse

The world goes on its usual speed. Time plods on, steadily.

It is not that sense that time is flying that bothers me. It is how much is going on all at the same time. It is the hive of activity that pulls the world forward, unbeknownst to it.

I am more interested in slowing down. Stepping away to observe. To look. Watch the current running along and lift the pebbles, the rocks, carry along the fishes that cruise in its stead. Just watch. Simmer. Mull.

And after sometime, for some reason or without one, strike the waters. To part it. Parse it. Dissect it. Understand it. For that brief moment in time. Before letting go its merry way again.