Lead, Kindly Light

and always in some kind of a rush.

Speeding past the yellow lights, and tapping my inner foot at the red ones for which I’m forced to stop. Weaving my way down the sidewalk, politely, around those who have opted for a more leisurely pace, but leaving a wake of wind as I pass. Always mentally calculating the fastest, most efficient way to get from Point A to Point B — and efficient could be determined either in terms of saving time or getting more exercise, depending on the day.

And sometimes, as now, even in a hurry to have a chance to slow down, to get rest, to fall asleep.