Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Pace

 

This morning, a raindrop tapped my on my shoulder.

I looked up with a smile, and a delicate blue hole in the charcoal clouds smiled back down on me.

"Race with me", she whispered, as she whisked along one step ahead of me.

I giggled.

"Thank you, but not today", I replied.

 

We both continued on our journeys,

content.

 

Namaste.