I returned from walking the dog this morning to find a snail gradually making it's way up my front step. There's something to be said for the unhurried, purposeful way they move, so opposite of the frantic, distracted pace I've embraced.
I headed back out a little while later and discovered two more little guys, and watched them for a while. They moved so slowly I could barely see any progress. When I turned away for a few moments and looked back, it surprised me how much they had moved. Perhaps there's a lesson in that.