Perhaps it’s not about squeezing more in but letting things out.
Exhaling and letting go of the rush, the noise and the demands for attention.
Only then can we be quiet enough to notice.
Often it is spying the little things that brings the most joy.
~ Yesterday, I noticed ripples in the wrong place, and it took a while to recognise the delightful little grebes doing their quirky little dives. They had been forced into unfamiliar territory by the advancing ice.