Where am I running to?

Why is the silence so brief. So fleeting.

Slow down. Breathe. Look at how the sun falls on them as they sit in the blue couch. The leaves rustling to the wind. The circles in the baseball field.

Breathe.

Three women sitting on a picnic ground. A small blip of lilac in all this green.

The buzz of the 401. Punctuated by birds. Oblivious to the impatience of everyone.

Hold.

Walk.