Slower

The coast of Maine looks like this. Sun's up, but not clearly. A slow, careful walk on the rocks while the fog burns off. The last day of vacation. Every minute counts. Take a break. Press Play for a really short vacation.

Take a break. One minute to look at something weird and beautiful. Just press Play. I wish I could be like these guys for a little while. I just saw them at the California Academy of Sciences in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. They're downstairs, in the coolest aquarium you've ever seen.

Thought you might like to join me here. I'm part way through The Walk That Ate San Francisco. The part where you have a picnic on Baker Beach. The waves are coming in slowly - about the pace of long, slow breaths. Press play. Two minutes to breathe deeply and get ready for your Sunday.

I thought about the totally weird and beautiful skyline of New Mexico's Tent Rocks National Monument while I walked down the suddenly and strangely magical Park Avenue last Saturday when it was a 3-mile pedestrian mall.

There's a small beach on California's Big Sur coast that's unmarked, unnamed and unvisited. Nobody goes there. If you do, it's your private beach. When you get there, for real, it's like a fantasy. Press play and fantasize for 90 seconds. Slowly.

A two and a half-minute vacation. 150 seconds in slow motion. A good Sunday pace. Look at a breathtakingly beautiful place. And do nothing else. It's just a couple of minutes. And it's Sunday. Just press Play.

The heat wave broke. Everything looks better and, here in town, smells better. Really fresh air. Like June, when the gardenia was in blossom and walking near it was like instant aromatherapy. It's Sunday. Take a break. Press Play. Breathe. Slower.

Today, let's be Better Cooler Slower. All the way back to, well, a couple of months ago. Before the heat. Take a little break, just a couple of minutes, to look at something cool and beautiful. And do nothing else. It's Sunday. Just press Play.