Time has not only slowed down, it is now technicolor. Foods are deliciously seasonal, the flowers have smells I try to place, and cannot. The snow is exciting to me to ski one-more-time, even though it is semi-mud. I notice the absurdities of where I live, the mountain lions, the seasons, the accents. I start to consider my environment from afar. I watch the gaps between my "passions" and my "actions" on a daily framework, and notice how not doing things, is still very exciting. I appreciate the day that it is, regardless of the thunderstorm or the sun, and I take it as its very own day with something good to give to me.