March 24, 2012, Mount Desert Island
Every day I drive by this view
Every day for 12 years
I've driven past sipping coffee, planning my day
the slow poke in front of me slowing me down from rushing my day
But today
I drive slowly and
stop
and say, “. . . wait a minute . . . ”
I park the car
get out
and walk a few feet into the field
a little to the left, a little to the right
up, down
Finally, “This is the spot.”
I look. I think, “Amazing . . . .”
What is amazing, really, and what is so true, and what is so cliche is how I rush,
take things for granted, donʼt stop and smell the roses,
and all of that.
I miss time spent with so much that is beautiful around me.
Iʼm too often whizzing by.
But today
I chose to stop.
I chose to stop.
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