No Prize

I don't want to rush through this life like there's a prize at the end. Let me stop to pet someone's dog. Let me take the long way home. Let me notice how the air smells different just before it rains.

We move through our days like we are trying to get somewhere better than here. As if hurrying a little more will finally make life begin. The small pauses are not distractions from real life. They are real life.