The warm sun on my face...

It's time to slow down

Perhaps its a natural reaction to growing old, but I'm starting to try and slow down.

Every day, if I'm not careful, I'll miss those moments that treasured memories are made of - times of tummy-rolling laughter, of a slow walk in the autumn leaves, time spent playing games with my children, big hugs, and gentle words.

I remember when I was 10, feeling the sun's warmth on my face, and just staring at the pavement for what seemed like ages. The cracks on the pavement had formed intricate patterns, dusted in places like a fine artist's strokes.

Now the path is simply a means to get to work, get things done, home again and more things to do.

There's always stuff to do, always..

Now, when I feel the sun on my face, I use its memory from all those years ago to remind me to slow down, relax, and remember to make more of those special moments with friends and family.