From Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird (1960)
"People moved slowly then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores around it, took their time about everything. A day was 24 hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people. . . ."

I just finished rereading this great American novel, which moves along at its own pace. How to desire to reclaim a similar tempo for life without being motivated primarily by nostalgic impulse, huh.