I’m wondering if this moment looks any different from the other moments I’ve frozen from my balcony, or it’s just me in my moment? Maybe you just have to be here to experience the difference but you can feel it, smell it, taste it. The pace is slower.
When I was younger, attending my synagogue’s Hebrew School, on Saturdays, Shabbat, a group of us would attend the morning services and then, after lunch visit our teacher at his home for an afternoon chat and some tea and cake, baked fresh by his wife. Rabbi Fred Cohen was a great teacher but during the week, he was very uptight and nervous. We all still liked him but wished he could relax.
On Saturday’s he did. He became a different person- the best role model for observing the Shabbat.
I still remember his amazing transformation. He slowed down everthing. I remember Fred Cohen today, as I walk on along the beach a bit slower to savor the smells, the sounds, the tastes, the sites. I want to freeze this moment in my mind.