this afternoon i sat in an acupuncturist's office reading an article about society's need to slow the pace of their life down so that a different sense of time can arise. while i wouldn't disagree, the way one interprets 'slow down' seems to be a small but very important detail. i've been extremely busy, at work and outside of it, and i could tell you all the things i've been doing in time meant for at most half of those things, but that wouldn't be very interesting. there will be time for glaciers, for staring at coffee listening to cars passing by on the streets, to the pace of the springs, and for the walk to and from. these are the schedule-less things, in that their appreciation is often unexpected, like waking up to rain or renting a movie you thought wouldn't be so good. the unplanned, and willingness to let it happen.