Something Leisurely

I had some hours of true rest today, and I knew it. How? I knew I was resting because of one adjective: leisurely. I leisurely picked raspberries. I leisurely read. I leisurely walked. 

No hurry. Relaxed. No pressure. 
If it’s not leisurely, it’s not restful. I knew the difference as I stood there picking raspberries just because the sun felt warm and they were ripe and bright. 
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