After a fine early dinner I had fallen asleep in my easy chair. The house was hot when I awoke. Stepping outside onto the porch, the valley was bathed in golden departing light, our Hazel Nut orchard was alive with dancing leaves of fluttering green, like flags of a million tiny ships upon an ocean.
The cool brisk breeze from the West off the sea embraced me with it's invigorating freshness, I breathed deeply and smiled as perhaps only an old man can within such a realized moment of absolute peace and perfection.
Another personal moment in time felt and recorded.