In the time of your life, live....
... I saw it everywhere on Tuesday.
A five-year-old girl holding court at the Polar Bear on her birthday, queen of the world, surrounded by the only people who know how special she really is. A kid dribbling a basketball up Lincoln Avenue in the Divorced Dad District while riding one of those Marty McFly hoverboards. A young couple pushing a stroller, both dragging from exhaustion, gently bumping into each other with that kind of nudge that says, we are in this together.
Then, across the street, an older couple probably in their seventies, walking slowly. She with a cane, but still holding her husband’s hand with the other.
All of this, on the last Tuesday evening of July. All of them, living in the time of their life. Different chapters, same book.
Even the sun seemed in on it, casting longer shadows while birds and bugs provided background music. Dvořák and a cocktail rounded it out for me up on the balcony.
Earlier in the afternoon, I was showing George what today's phrase means. A good lunch with the Oldman, running into some dear friends, and topping it off with ice cream at a spot that will be boarded up come October, once the boys of summer are gone.
So while we have it, let’s live it.
Let’s slide into August with gusto.
Let’s find astonishment in the ordinary.
... and never take it for granted when the sun smiles back.
