The condensation on the windows and glass doors obscures the view of the bright morning sun. A balm of humidity engulfs one as steps are taken from inside the well modulated air conditioned house onto the otherwise inviting porch. What appears to be inviting from inside proves to be nearly unbearable when the invitation is accepted as globs of humid and hot air consume the space around. Fleeting memories of childhood days and summers at the old farmhouse where the air was conditioned only in the shade of the open windows and endured in the absence of pants, shirt, and shoes come rushing by. The “free-range” chickens are already busy clawing and pecking in the newly spread mulch around the giant maple trees as the attentive and tired mother of pups takes her leave in the distant meadow. Just these few minutes rocking in the porch swing midst the steamy summer air starts to elicit a glisten of uncomfortable compensation for a body exposed to the reality of summer. Grateful that the mechanically cooled house afforded a comfortable and relatively uninterrupted sleep, the yawning grandpa, calls for the return of the mother Golden to her cool station with her healthy litter. PD symptoms subdued in the presence of much needed rest, this grateful heart returns to his coffee and pursuit of another day whose agenda though planned will unfold even if and as challenges arise. Thankfulness is the substance upon which today’s pathway is built.

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