Appreciating the in-betweens seemed easier in Europe. Here I tend to move with calculation: settling into routes that are fastest, most efficient, most effective.
This summer, I rode high-speed trains and walked quickly but traveled with a spirit of slower awe, observing intensely the things around me, intending to see in a way that would do the surrounding beauty justice.
Noticing is an art, and art is rooted in practice. I’m still learning to see well.
A note to self:
Look up and around, notice.
Make observations of beauty part of your everyday.
Savor the in-betweens.
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And that street certainly provided plenty of time for reflection . . . ;)
haha yes, yes it did. I don’t think I did a very good job of savoring that one, even if it was in Rome.
Oh, I did a great job savoring my tired, tired feet . . .
Thanks for the reminder though. Lovely post.