Slower

Where I live, magnolias only bloom for a week or two, right before Mother's Day. So if you don't have one right in your yard, you really have to go wherever they are. Or you can press play. She can, too.

Lemon ice? Hot chocolate? Beverages or states of mind? Press Play, order your drink.

I've always been a hands-on kinda guy, though this isn't always what I want all over my hands. But I do think this is what long weekends are for. What Slower Sundays are for.

Walk right into the middle of it and then ... don't move. Don't even blink. Just keep your eyes wide open as long as you can. Press Play. Borrow my eyes for a minutes. Happy Sunday.

I just spent a few weeks training for a 10K run. I could've been training for this. Floating. Undulating. I don't think I've ever even tried to undulate. I wonder where you do this. If you're not a jellyfish.

C'mon, the day's young. Make one. All you need is flour and water. OK, a little yeast and salt, too. But that's it. Press Play. Inhale deeply. Happy Sunday.

Must be billions of them. Maybe trillions. How do they pick them all?

But if this thing were 6 feet tall, it'd be fearsome. As it is, I'll take mine with ice cream. Press Play. Get to know your tropical fruit. Before you eat it. Have a good sundae.

The closer you get, the better it looks. Let your eyes do the climbing. You'll see. Happy Sunday.

C'mon, let's take a little break. Just for a minute. Nothing exotic. Just a walk in the park. It's just a minute. And it's Sunday. Just Press Play.