The petals of a bud unfurl on their own time.

I woke up worried about many things. Now, it is late afternoon, I am relaxed, five hundred dollars poorer than I expected to be, but everything slowed to a beautiful glowing crawl. Reality in the shape of fine print on a lease has inserted itself and said, wait a minute! Wait a month or two.

The flower walk we did last Monday comes to mind. The very slow stepping forward, hands extended. The petals of the bud unfurl on their own time.