Sunny with a beautiful sky; light to darker blue. A few fluffy clouds moving. The smell of tanning lotion, cries and laughter of the kids. Two weeks til their school begins and freedom ends. Aerosmith doesn't "wanna miss a thing." Hot with a redemptive breeze.
As I dog-paddled across the pool, a young boy chastised a young girl politely for "splashing an old lady." Offense my first response; then remembering when '30 was old' and laughing! I'm over twice as old as old and lucky. Too many don't/can't get old.
The 38 year old fighting cancer, the 34 year old lost to depression, the 19 year old driver-dead from distraction, the 20 year old murdered by a drunk on the road, the 22 year old's drug demise.
So many ways to die young and I didn't! Yay for wrinkled, vein patterned skin; yay for age spots and bad backs and bad hips and waning scalp hair and waxing facial hair (what a pun). Hard of hearing, failing eyesight. Dead will come soon enough. Yay for old and full of years!