Faster yet the same

I felt like I was walking a lot quicker today. I had a bounce in my step, the wind in my face going and at my back coming, birds were chirping, the sun was coming up and turning the sky a beautiful orange, pink, red, yellow type color (you had to see it to believe it, without a doubt (as if there ever was one) there is a God and He puts just absolutely beautiful things here for us to enjoy IF we take the time to enjoy them), good music (doobie brothers and I ran out of music before the end of my walk (I guess they made shorter ablums back in the day)) (wow, 2 double parentheticals in my
run-on sentence!! (yay for me!)) (make that 3) and a pleasant stride. I run out of music, don't look at my iPhone. and just keep walking and I get home and it is exactly the same time as other days. Weird how time stretches or contracts based on your mental image of things that day. It's sort of like going somewhere on vacation, it seems to take forever, and then coming home is seems so much faster/shorter than when you were going. Anyway, things are going well at work, at home. My youngest boy finally had his anesthesia wear off and he told me his mouth was sore. Poor little lamb. My youngest had a little to major disappointment yesterday. I wish I could take away all the hurt but I understand that is how we grow as well. Had a quiet evening at home. We were going to go to the temple but a couple of things came up and we are going tonight. I love the temple. I love the feeling that accompanies me to and from there and that resides with me throughout the week. I guess we could spend all our time there but we have to earn a living and provide and be doing good among men. We could run a lot faster yet be in the same place in the end. I, at times, prefer to take my time and enjoy that which is around me. If I go faster, I miss things. So in some cases, not all, faster is not the same.