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Slower Sunday: April Showers

I used to think they were only good for May flowers. But when you stop to look at them, these raindrops are pretty good looking. Maybe even mesmerizing if you just let yourself go for a minute. And you should. So Press Play.
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Slower Sunday: Watch your step

While you're looking up in the trees for monkeys, you could totally miss what's happening down there. The most complex society on the planet, except ours. Maybe. Pressing Play is believing.
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Slower Sunday: Where am I?

If I hadn't driven here on a familiar highway and followed the trail map down into the canyon ... if I just woke up and found myself here ... I don't think I'd be so sure I was here on planet Earth.
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Slower Sunday: Easter Parade

Parade with your friends. Parade by yourself. Did you know that a half-hour of brisk parading burns all the calories in an ounce of chocolate? That's a whole chocolate bunny ear. Solid, not hollow. The large size.
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Slower Sunday: Thanks for the memories

Yellow's not my favorite color, but when this happens each year I really get why the happy face symbol is always colored yellow. Makes me happy. The forsythia, not the emoji.
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Slower Sunday: Goin’ down

Dramatic. And loud. Completely mesmerizing in that sheer-force-of-nature kinda Way. So much power, but so little danger. Good place to be on a Sunday.
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Slower Sunday: Daylight Saving

Now that you're wide awake, let's tackle one of the big issues of the day. Daylight savings. Or, maybe a Better Way to think about it: saving daylight. Ask not how daylight can save you. Ask how you can save daylight.
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Don’t Just Do Something

Sit there. And think about what you might do with your extra day. An extra sunrise and sunset. Twelve hours in between. Press Play. C'mon. The e-mail can wait. Happy Leap Year.
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Slower Sunday: Not Too Bright

Not dark. Just right. This is what you want to see when you open your eyes. You hear the surf, you stumble out of bed, you feel the sand between your toes. You give your eyes a minute to adjust. C'mon. Press Play. Give 'em a minute. This minute.
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