I’m a speed demon. I love the wind in my hair and driving fast. Not surprisingly, I’m a bit impatient in life. I want things to happen. Now. I even prefer short sprints to marathons. I’m unequivocally a hare.
An Aston Martin DB2 (my dream car)
Something has materialized, though, since moving to a sleepy, pastoral hamlet. My weekend to-do lists have been abridged and transmorgrified; they now include small luxuries like “reading the paper” and “take a long bath”. It is very American of me to want everything at the push of a button but I’m reminded of my love for the relaxed rhythm of life in Italy, where even time dedicated to an espresso can be carved out of a workday.
I was running behind schedule for an appointment a few days back, which is highly against character for my resolutely-early self, and I had yet to walk the dog. I had the choice to hastily run him out to the corner or to unselfishly provide him with exercise and fresh air. I chose the latter figuring if I’m late, that’s life. Rather than a perfunctory route through town, I elected to wander the local cemetery for the first time. That is where I discovered this:
A commissioned sculpture by Auguste Rodin. Had I hurried through and not absorbed the world around me, this treasure would’ve remained buried in the far corner of a hidden cemetery.
Open your eyes, dear reader, and devour the world.
(All photos by the Modern Traditionalist)