A Slow Day

It was a beautiful summer day in Boston; the perfect kind of day to be outside. A gentle but persistent breeze tangled my curls, and the sun shone brightly but not too hot in the blue, cloudless sky. Picture-perfect and idyllic. We wandered along the causeway at Castle Island, sat in the sunshine to watch the water, and talked about important things like who is expecting and who is a twin and the joys of nieces and nephews and experiences we've had that helped us grow into better people. We lunched in the shade of some trees just off the beach, and learned about Fort Independence from men who survived wars and knew what forts like this one stood for. We enjoyed our morning, the slow kind of morning, that lasts a long time yet seems so short, where you do what seems like nothing but it was the best kind of activity that could possibly have been planned.

The rest of the day was the same; slow, steady, a different sense of time than the frantic weekday pace I sometimes often keep. Tomorrow is Fast Sunday. It seems appropriate after slow Saturday. :-)