Slowing Down

I am in the North GA Mountains with friends this weekend, and I am astounded by how different the pace of picking ripe apples and hiking is from the humming, continuous clatter that my life had become.  For the first time in months, I feel the exquisite sigh that only comes after a long laugh shared between good friends.  I am exhaling after three months of to do lists, expectations and falling behind.  When today passes, I know all of those things are waiting for me again, but my cup is full because for just a brief moment I am truly resting.