This afternoon, after grocery shopping,
I dropped the bags inside the house, leaving the car doors open.
When I went outside to close them, I discovered Cindy inside the trunk
looking down at the other chickens below
like she had accepted a dare to get there.
As soon as I walked over to the car, the chickens scrambled
in every direction, except Cindy,
She was perfectly content and not in any hurry to get out.
I thought about how, just 15 minutes before, when I pulled up
to the house and turned off the car; I sat inside the car without moving.
I wasn't on my phone, listening to music, or doing
anything else -- just sitting there in the hot sun in complete silence.
I wasn't in a hurry to get out, either.
I just needed a minute.
Sometimes, we all just need a minute.
