As I step out of the French doors, I notice the smudge of finger prints left by my rambunctious grandson. I am suddenly distracted by the rough wood felt by my bare feet. I gaze up into the vivid blue sky and automatically squeeze my eyes shut in response to the intense rays cast out by the sunshine. I feel the warmth on my face, the soft breeze through my hair. I catch the faint scent of honeysuckle that is hanging on a nearby fence. I breathe slowly, in and out. Total relaxation!
After a moment, I force myself to open my eyes and move forward. As I walk the garden path enjoying the beautiful flowers, I admire the perfect little pink daisies. I begin to hear the water as it slaps against the shoreline. It’s soothing sounds interrupted by the rough knock of the sailboat as it bumps against the beams.
I reach the end of my garden, but which pathway shall I take? I can turn and go back the way that I came, missing out on all of the other endless possibilities. I crane my neck slightly to view the mountains beyond the trees. I can turn left and follow the path up the beautiful mountainside, looking for hidden gems. Taking photos. Watching wildlife. Getting fresh air and exercise. I can turn right and follow the trail into town. I can shop. Grab some lunch. Talk with neighbors. Or I can stay the course and continue forward. I see the fishing poles leaning against the rails. I could fish. I look down at my shorts and ratty t-shirt. I could swim. I see the old boat rocking. I could paddle out a bit. So many choices.
I glance down at my hands, looking more like my Mother’s every day. I see the heat steaming out of my teacup. I take a tiny sip. My taste buds are assaulted with the bitter-sweet taste of the honey and lemon. I suddenly remember my still naked feet. I cross the length of the short deck, feeling it sway ever so gently as I walk. A bit stiff and hearing my joints crackle, I squat down to sit on the edge of the dock. I dip my feet into the cool water. I watch the fish send little bubbles to the surface as they come to greet me. A couple brave souls swim over to nibble my toes. It tickles. I hear the birds singing sweetly in the trees. I hear an occasional frog croak. I stare at a boat in the distance. My mind begins to wonder.
As I snap out of my little trance, I have no idea how long I have been sitting still, daydreaming. I know I must get up. I must go back to reality. I need to get busy with my daunting daily tasks. I hate to leave this happy place. See you again soon my dear little slice of heaven.