The Quiet Moments of the Morning

As I was backing my car out of the gravel driveway this morning, I turned to look back at the front yard before I braved the frenetic world of commutes and Fortune 100 companies.  Early this Spring morning, the world was completely still, the trees in full bloom, and the air was fragrant.  I promised to keep this one perfect moment in my mind throughout the day to remind me that in spite of my hectic professional life, there is a small haven waiting for me in Maltby each evening.  And as I cast off the cares of the day when returning home, I am at once renewed by my life in a small town and the Slow Life that I've created as a healing balm to the greater world's intrusions.