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No-Rush Hour – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday, my peeps! Hope the sun is shining in your neck of the woods.  If not, hope the wet sunshine doesn’t get you down. My skies are kinda grey but hey, c’est la vie. Na’ama Yehuda’s lovely picture is this week’s pic, chosen by our chief Fictioneer, Rochelle. Does it inspire you? G’head, write your own 100-word story and link up. It’s fun. Really.

©Na’ama Yehuda

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No-Rush Hour

Traffic was at a standstill. Nothing moved worth a mention. The quiet was surprising, considering today’s need to hustle from here and bustle to there.  No one was frustrated; no grunts of impatience. The rain was taken in stride, too, though stride was more akin to a shuffle.  Perhaps the cosmic powers that be had sent out a vibe or a subliminal message:  Be in the moment. Slow down. Enjoy.

People smiled at each other.

“Good morning. Beautiful wet sunshine, don’t you think?”

A laugh, followed by a “You’ve got that right!  It’s kind of nice, though.”

“That it is.”

 

116 thoughts on “No-Rush Hour – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. “Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?”

    Dear Dale,

    I really love this! So upbeat and positive. Would that there was more of this in this insanely spinning world. You’ve made me smile.

    Shalom and lotsa smiling hugs,

    Rochelle

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    • “One can only hope!”

      Dear Rochelle,

      So pleased you love (and thank you for your two cents’). Would it not be nice if more of us just stopped and took a moment? Or is that too “Mr. Rogers”?

      Shalom and lotsa love,

      Dale

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  2. I love the sense of peace and joy of being part of something. I wonder; are there scones with butter and blackcurrant jam to be found at the head of the line – also a hot cup of tea to ward off the dampness of the rain.

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  3. Awww…. I have to say, that even with all the rain on the day my photo was taken (true story in my contribution today), the mood was very much like what you described – people were shuffling in line through the rain, but the mood wasn’t annoyed or pushy or huffy – just determined, and kind, really.
    People are capable of exactly what you described. Ain’t that fab?!
    🙂
    Also, you and I would probably start an impromptu singalong. 😉

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  6. Your blithe and beautiful take on how we can choose to react is lovely, Dale. Makes me think of All Things Bright and Beautiful. There’s so much to enjoy if we just stop and allow ourselves to feel the moment.

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  8. Q,

    Okay, THIS is the Alice in Wonderland I was speaking of when I was swooning over your gossamer and science fiction capture of mother’s truest nature. Because THIS is definitely a fantasy come to life.

    I mean. . . it COULD happen. I’ve heard the peeps in Iowa are really chill. And umm . . so yeah, there is always the chance. But even if it ain’t happening, you were able to make us believe it for a moment inside your 100 words.

    That counts. 😉

    B

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  13. We can’t be bothered to slow down on our Own Dale, so sometimes God take matters into hand and does it for us. it has been so long since we had rain we were actually suprised when it began to fall on Monday evening. I am happy to walk in the rain and enjoy the experience.

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  22. It’s funny how in those situations, one person grumbling can set off the whole group, but one person smiling can do the same. So I try to remember to be the latter and not the former! I love the phrase “wet sunshine” — I won’t get much chance to use it here in too-dry California, but I’ll make my best go of it.

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  23. My husband constantly moans about the rain but I am still enjoying the sensation of it on my face without the need to wipe glasses every two minutes – the freedom of being post-cataract-operation!

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  32. Very lovely thoughts! Thank you! If that could really happen, I’d say “Go to work Thunder! Make the day!”
    There was twice in the past that felt something like that in Toronto.
    Once, when a major transformer blew up, and the time the entire east of Canada & the States went down.
    No traffic lights, almost no cars, gas pumps not working, no TV or Radio, Cell towers out, only the tinny sounds of the odd old transistor radio that made its way out of basements.
    Of course, there was no need to hustle anywhere.
    So…. different!

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  33. Is that a fantasy world? Or is that how things are in the mythical land of Canada? I have heard people are more polite and nicer and speak proper English in Canada. I’ve also heard Canadians have maple syrup for blood. Maybe that’s why you’re sweeter. I’m not sure where truth blends into myth.

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    • Hey! It could happen, yanno! We definitely might have something with the maple syrup, though.
      And just so you know, this picture took place in New York where it was peaceful.
      But as to us being sweeter… may be myth 😉

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          • I don’t know. It sounds made-up. I’m also Irish & Mexican, among other things. I don’t say, “I’m Irish American & Mexican American…” I consider myself an American comprised of Irish, Mexican… At what point does one’s residence become an ethnicity? Now, I’m confused. We are far too into labels and categorization.

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          • I jest because I am Canadian. I don’t dig on the whole Québécois thing. You don’t say you’re a (insert State here) ian… You say you’re an American…
            And yeah. The labels are too much.

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  40. I love living in a small town in rural PA where traffic jams may last about a minute, unless it’s a fatality accident on the tollway. Then we get all the truck traffic rerouted through our town. Other than that? My town is pretty much as you’ve described here. No worries 🙂

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