slower

There is something almost magical to the slower pace of life. The ability to get lost, steal away and find peace. A chance to swoop in and pick up a friend, challenge a lifelong idea or get lost in the midnight sky. There is something mystical to sitting around a fire, getting lost in a good book and stealing away another piece of homemade pie. There is something supernatural about getting lost on the open road, stealing away into boredom or into ourselves, and finding the time to encourage beauty. Life is made up of these moments, not the world online, not a video game of predetermined outcomes, not celebrity drama, but it is made of seconds lost in someone's eyes, minutes looking at the sunset, years of laughter and a lifetime of these perfect, little moments.