A hat, some polished shoes, and a walking cane Deliver me to places far and near At a pace that makes for Thoughtfulness Consideration and clear thinking. Not for me the frantic rush Driven on by gasoline addiction Rather the price of leather is my cost Carefully stitched by old world artisans. I can smell the reckless speed you seek Taste the burning detritus from your brakes But I am quite content to be an ambler Extending time is victory at my age.
I quite agree! You are wise and lucky! I hope my life soon will align with a similar pattern. And I often dream of an Orcas that no longer allows cars, or limits us to days and hours. What if traffic (including airplanes) were allowed Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning, and then not again until Wednesday afternoon, very etc., leaving long swathes of time when only nature spoke?
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That sounds perfect to me!
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