Ants Marching

I have rediscovered the Dave Matthews Band. If you haven't heard them, "youtube" them, good stuff.
This song expresses what I have been thinking since we have been home from MN. Life there was a slower pace, somewhat because we were on vacation but also because we were in the country where you have to plan dinner for the week since the nearest store is 20 minutes away.
The days were longer, the birds louder and the air cleaner. Family was all around and simple pleasure were truly enjoyed.
The difference between MN and FL are as vast as two country on opposite ends of the earth. Don't get me wrong I love the differences, that's what pulled me here more than 15 years ago. The sound of the crashing ocean, the waving palm tree frowns, the little lizard that have no personal boundaries are all unique to what we call home.
Admittedly life here is a much faster pace. Wal-mart is within walking distance. It's easy to lose sight of the important things when life moves faster, like marching ants as Mr. Matthew sings. Her are the lyrics to one of my favorites....

He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quiter time
Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns, He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
When all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

Candyman teasing the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Programs cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die