Slow

A slower pace. It's not a race.

My leisurely drive today brought me face to face with:

the last tree in the park holding on to its leaves, all crimson, the likes of which I'm not sure I've ever seen;

cotton candy pink clouds in the sky at sunset;

a quick red fox, complete with fluffy tail, lollygagging across the road, his eyes glistening as he gazed toward my headlights;

a hug from a friend I wouldn't have run into if I hadn't dawdled around the town square to see the snowflake lights one more time.

Stop. Look around.

Or you'll never know what you're missing.