Slow never killed time. It’s the rushing and racing, the trying to catch up, this is what kills time — ourselves. Why in the world do we keep wounding ourselves? Life is not an emergency. And this, this is the only way to slow down time … Long, so very long, she and I, we just sit. We just soak in frog songs on golden pond. When our toes are cold and the shadows stretch, I stand slow, not wanting to. “We leaving the frogs, now?” she whispers up to me. I nod … reluctant.
