Like the rising sun, the new day incrementally and uninhibitedly springs into motion upon its daily elliptical journey. I awoke at six o’clock this morning and religiously recorded my blood pressure – though for reasons which now frankly escape me because the stronger medicine lately prescribed by my family physician has apparently stabilized the numbers. In spite of the stoic start to my day I nonetheless retired once again to bed and didn’t reawaken until 9:55 am. Shameful, yes; but clearly the sleep was needed. Instantly though I felt the pressure to accommodate, to clarify the tardiness for starting the day. My mind was a frantic with plans and ambitions.

The conflicting motives swiftly identified yesterday’s invitation from my erstwhile physician to swim at his rural estate on the McCaffrey Trail in the Village of Ashton. The weather today was ideal for a dip in the meadow. This was my avenue to recovery from the diminished matutinal introduction.

It was barely moments later that I was submerged in the pool, reigniting my energy, relishing the sunshine. Together we dialogued about our most recent preoccupations, including golfing and congregations at the coffee shop. Coincidentally after our swim – and before landing on home territory – I stationed myself in a lounge chair at Equator Café.  I have become hopelessly addicted to the double-strength espresso. While puttering on my iPhone, Tony and Theresa suddenly materialized and sat upon the adjoining banquette.