We stopped at the side of the road on our photo trip to the cemetery on Good Friday, to take a photo of a small barn that had collapsed over the winter. Apparently we were observed by a pair who were also enjoying the warmth of a Spring day.
“I’m going to enjoy every second, and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it. Most people don’t live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn’t make any difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not.” – Jean Webster