I’ve started taking walks in the morning, spurred on by my doctor’s advice. I asked during my last checkup if I should start training with weights to prevent osteoporosis, and my esteemed physician of 25 years replied, “No, you’ll probably just hurt yourself.”
Around the corner there’s a park, and as I rambled I spied someone of very small stature, in a helmet, following their father who was carrying a bicycle with training wheels. The young one was singing, a veritable carol to the sun. I hastened home to two cups of coffee, the paper, and some restorative carbohydrates.