A sloth relaxes on a branch in a rainforest and ponders on the mysteries of life.
My Own Time
Amazonian Rainforest
I Do Not Think In Time
Taking Time
Relaxed
. . .
I take a long, slow, breath. It lasts further than the reach of all the words you hear and read with me. It is my nature to take my time. I ponder, unhurriedly on your gaze. I wonder: are you as free as I? With freedom comes the stretch of sound and light. I see the beating wings of a butterfly. I hear the patter of its heart. And with each beat I feel the quiver of air that moves as a wave that travels far longer than faster creatures will likely ever come to know. I love my moving slow.