We’re growing our people up, right next to the railroad tracks, 5 miles from the nearest farm, in the middle of Nowhere, NC.
It’s the kind of place that breathes so slowly you can hardly see it catch a breath.
But it does, breathe that is.
It’s people live slow and steady and sure, always moving towards the weekend, towards their family, towards even slower living.
I envy them their slow living.
The way they shuffle through their days, seeming to forget that time is marching on.
I forget that this is the place that made me, that is still making me, I guess you could say.
It’s making my little people, too.
I see it when the smallest ones linger on the porch, their ice cream cones melting down their hands, the girls lost in their own world, unaware of time.
And I envy them their slow living, too.
This place of slow is new to me and yet I know that it lives within me, it’s quiet rhythm beating a little louder…
As always, I am linking up with Lisa Jo over at her Five Minute Friday link up! Always 5 minutes of writing, always no editing, and always not enough time! Today’s prompt is Rhythm.
I think I could have kept writing most all day- this slow living is seeping into me, y’all.
And I might like it.
Just a little bit.