Slowly, slowly, slowly....

Walking home this morning and this heron flew over so slowly I still don't understand how she stayed up in the sky: Lately I'm seeing a lot of slow things and I think it's because I'm getting so slow myself: I wish that Rooks would go slower: They move so fast you can hardly see them before they are gone. Or maybe I don't want them to go slower. In fact I'm sure I don't. I really like them the way they are. How come that when we love something we would want to change it? Daft.