Hurrying slowly through morning hours, anticipating noon and
evening pleasures with wanton desire.
Caressing soothing thoughts within a mind mellowed with peace
for the time being - wondering randomly what the rest of today
will bring.
Blossoms of anticipation unfold, revealing small journeys soon
to be made through pebbles of time unhurried.
Slowly stepping through life - watching it unwind.
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