I've developed a terrible habit of sacrificing timeliness for the experience of the journey.

I love fast walking, the way it feels almost approaches riding a bike or a train (other experiences I, needless to say, love), things zooming by... but that doesn't mean I won't stop mid-hurry in an instant, no matter how late I already am.

Call this a February summary, not of events, but of things that stopped me from hurrying: