On walking around through various parks and city streets, I notice the importance of taking one’s time.
We’re often consumed by the need to be connected and now, maybe more so than ever, our connections are only possible through devices.
When you take the time to travel slowly, to linger, to be idle (while socially distant, of course), you have the opportunity to see things you’d otherwise miss. You hear the birdsong. See the leaves billow in the wind. Branches swaying.
There’s no one right way to travel the world. But there are things that are missed when moving too quickly.