The Boring, The Bad, and the Beautiful

Slow down, you move too fast

The pleasures of summer in New England — swallows flitting and flashing across the valley, strawberries plump and sweet in the vegetable garden, blue sky and wind drying the laundry on the line.

And yet, sojourner on the way, these eyes are constantly scanning the horizon for passage elsewhere. I have a hard time with the present, with beauty that distra…