Sleeping on top of Castletown
Lives are busy.
Lives are overwhelming, and under-whelming. Intertwined with other people's thoughts and emotions, quickly moving along. We are busy.
One moment I'm listening to the autumn leaves shake under giant bay leaf trees, daydreaming and planning the next climbing escape, to those mind-bending chaotic schedules where only the unpredictable is predictable.
Your movement becomes slower when you are hurt. Life is still busy, you just move slower.
Your true friends are the ones who slow down with you.
Even if it's just for a moment.