Yesterday, we took a little path that leads down to a wide river. It's less than a two minute walk along that path, if one strides determinedly, to reach the water from where the car is parked. But, if you let your eyes wander to either side of that path, purposeful strides can turn into a slow meander.
A small nest.
A tiny, delicate flower.
Scattered seed pods.
Raindrops on a leaf.
I hope you too had a chance to wander, slow and unhurried, sometime over your weekend. Whatever path you took, I hope there was nature either side of it.