At least I think its fairly nice out this morning. It is at least very still, which it hasn’t been for weeks.
I may bite the bullet (and why on earth would anyone actually bite a bullet?) and wear my spring cape today rather than my big winter coat. I may get a bit cold waiting for the bus, but at least I won’t be hot waiting for the bus this afternoon.
Which reminds me about something I wanted to write about…
The other day I was walking home from the bus stop. It must have been last Thursday because Simon works late on Thursdays and, therefore, doesn’t meet me at the bus stop when I get home. So I was walking alone. And watching the people.
All of them were in a hurry. Just rushing down the street to get to their next activity. Why? What’s the big hurry? Isn’t the journey worth the trouble to slow down? I always walk a bit slowly, especially on my way home from the bus after work. I like to look around. See what’s new. Are there leaves on the trees? How’s the construction on the neighborhood church going? Wow, that’s a cool car.
People really don’t watch the world. I find that sad. It is ever changing, even in the middle of City Centre of Belfast. The other day I was looking out the window in our front room and noticed that out of 10 cars parked on the street, 9 of them were red. When I looked again about an hour later? 9 of them were blue. I find that fascinating.
So.Stop.Look.At.The.World. Who knows what you might be missing…