the hare.

i will admit it: i. am. slooow.

not in all aspects. oh no no no my brain (sometimes) moves quickly i drive quickly i dance quickly i finish glasses of wine quickly. but this? this is serious. i move at a remarkably slow pace. and (un)fortunately i don't mean this in the most casual sense. i don't mean that a couple of times i get passed on my two-mile walk to work or that a handful of times people cough that sweet "i'm behind you get out of my fucking way" cough. this? this isn't casual. instead, this is "it must take skill how slow that girl is walking." certainly. of course. and it all makes sense....

i suppose with the passing of time moving the way that it does i am succumbed to chose one aspect of my life of which i can control the pace. too much of our lives pass in that flashing "just-wait-let-me-grab-you-just-for-one-second-more" way: childhood, love, a good song, a great book, relationships, safety, happiness. they fly by in the beat that booms no tune of understanding. they soar by without a glimpse. and it all happens so quickly!

so what do i do? i suppose i transform it into some sort of nonsensical superb power. i slow down this stroll. i wander. i meander. i amble. i eavesdrop. i soak in. i let my legs stretch with each intentional glide. they find their balance and dance that rhythmically slow beat as so many pass by.

so to the students that cough the cough, to the couples that break their hand-holds as they circle around me, to the unending groups that tailgate and express their uninterested annoyance....

i'm sorry. i'm slow. 

(but, to fill you in on a little secret? i love it. i love the rhythm of a promenade. when you move like that, words and worlds catch you. and oh it feels good.)