Walking home at midnight on a sunday night through downtown seattle, there was no danger or rush. People walk around, police sitting in his warm car, workers cleaning up their business. I saw people cross the street on a ‘dont walk’ and then a single car comes, stops at their green light, and waits for the people to go across. By the time it was clear, the light turned red, so this car hit the brakes again and waited. Peacefully.

What does it mean to live life like this? No big meeting to miss, no work to finish, nothing at midnight on a sunday.

Yes we need to go get rest for the hustle bustle to resume again, but in some precious moments, we dont need to do anything. Just breathe.