My favorite part of the week is the slow walk home from the farmers market on Saturday mornings.

It is only twenty minutes, but I take the long way on purpose, past the old brick rowhouses where someone always has their radio playing through a screen door. The canvas bag gets heavier as I go - tomatoes, a loaf of sourdough, eggs from the stand where the kids argue about who gets to make change.

By the time I get home the coffee is cold, so I warm it up and sit by the window and plan nothing in particular. Some weeks that half hour is the only time my mind goes quiet. I have started keeping a list of small things worth walking slower for, and I recommend the practice to anyone.