Today, and I dont know why today, but as I drove through our town around 3:15 pm I became intensely aware of everything.  Every movement, kids, adults and all colors unfolding around me.  The windows in my car were closed and there was no sound only colors, people, cars and everything in constant movement.  My eyes and mind were taking in an abundance of stimulation that had absorbed my breath and altered time in my view. Things appeared in slow motion as I watched a trolley of sunflower yellow turn the corner.   There was no noise from honking horns as this line of colorful cars appeared as dots and dashes of all the colors of the rainbow, stagnant and then rainbow stripes as the traffic slowly began to move.  At the red light farther down the street, again time stood still as I watched kids walking, jumping and running as they just got out of school.   They were all dressed in every color that you’d find in a 64 pack of crayola  crayons. The one common element on each moving body was a backpack.  The younger kids, girls and boys had colorful ones and the older kids’ bags ranged between black to kayki green.  75 % of the kids were texting on phones and the calamity of shoes were even more colorful and variegated with a neon or awkward height wedge scattered in the mix.  The sky was baby blue with white puffs of cotton floating by as clouds.  The oddest dressed person was a girl on the college campus around the corner and up the hill from downtown. She had on a midriff T-shirt in black with black speckled short shorts and black knee socks that  climed up over her knees with black strappy wedged sandals finishing the odd combination..  The boy she was with didn’t seem to fit with her exotic outfit. My exact discription of this couple occurred because they were in my view for an extended period of time as I was stopped at one more redlight. As I continued up the street my eye caught a view of the smalled dog that look like a black and white bull dog that I would call Spot.  The middle aged couple leashed to the dog were wearing big grins and dressed in drab beige.  I don’t recall how I got home other than I felt a pull to a destination but was only aware of the blue sky, the floating clouds and the smell of brilliant green grass.  Sitting in my car I didn’t realize where I was until the view of my opened garage door caught my eye.  The time that passed from the River walk to my driveway seemed like a dream.  And I’m not absolutely sure this vision was true or just a daydream or if I really left my driveway at all.  Today at this moment this episode of time was magical. I hope this retired groom’s wife experiences more views of life in slow motion inhaling God’s beautiful creation.  Life is short and time speeds by and stopping to smell the roses is not over rated.