Words from my latest book project seems to sum up how I feel and what I like to do when I need to take it slow. Truth be told, I am a Labor Day child so I like to take it slow everyday.
One summer afternoon I sat near a turtle pond. I can still hear the flowing water. I can still feel the warmth of the sun. I sat in thought and sketch. A turtle sat on a rock. I in my chair. The turtle in its protected shell. My big floppy hat protects me. I wouldn’t want to swim in the pond nor do I fit. Sure, Turtles could rest on a chair but they prefer the coolness of the water, as do I.