Across the street, wind chimes tinkle, guardian angels keeping vigil. To the right, the old man sits on his porch, loudly talking to his daughter, remembering and reminiscing about family, friends and better times. To the left, a cacophony of noise erupts: talking, laughter, the sizzling of burgers on a grill, the popping of lids, the clinking of ice cubes, a splash in the water as they enjoy a relaxing pool party.
Me? I quietly sit on my front porch, swinging on my glider, sipping on a perfectly chilled glass of chardonnay, taking time to smell the roses on this beautiful mid-summer day, after surviving my near fatal heart attack one year ago.