"Slow Down...You Move Too Fast"

"You gotta make the morning last..." (Simon and Garfunkel)

"There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of head or hands. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my customary bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumacs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around. I grew in those seasons like corn in the light, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance." ~ Henry David Thoreau