Grateful always for things I find.

Back when I walked everywhere things I found were treasures.

(most of them anyway)

Slow was one key to success. Slow let me see.

Gravel and gutters went by at the pace of a stride. Not the speed of a gas pedal.

Nothing was a blur.

It’s amazing what one might find when one opens ones eyes.

And takes a step. Or two. Slowly.

Thank you.