“These things take time,” said the old man.
“I don’t have time,” said the young boy.
“No. You don’t have patience,” said the old man, “you have all the time in the world.”
The boy sat silently for a moment next to the old man drawing something in the dirt with a broken stick, “I suppose I’m worried if I don’t move fast, she’ll get away.”
The old man took a long pull from his tobacco pipe, exhaled, leaned back and let the morning sun warm his high cheekbones, “In the words of the late great Steinbeck my dear boy, the main thing is not to hurry, nothing good gets away.”
By Cole Schafer.
P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.