Mar 25, 2013 

Today a friend commented on the scarf I was wearing, and asked where it was from.  I said I had bought it for my mum on our last trip together. 

I came home to a letter addressed to her. 

My son brought home his high school graduation photos. 

I wished I could have shown them to her and my father. 

It's funny how the smallest things stop you in your tracks, trigger a memory , a bit of emotional history. 

Sometimes we're moving so fast, we don't know what we're missing. 

Or maybe that's the reason we are moving so fast, so we don't have the time to miss or regret anything or even consider our place in the world. 

And then someone asks about your scarf and you stop and feel the world slow around you and wonder where you put all that time.