'It's the hottest summer' - I could hear one saying. 'It's unbearable - it is - this endless heat. There is nowhere to find much needed relief.'
And then immediately following - the second one chimed. As if she hadn't heard what the other one had said. As if she was sitting there - just she and she alone.
'It's been so cold' - I heard her say. 'I can't remember a summer as one quite as miserable as this. I can't seem to warm my achey bones.'
And then the third - looked up from her knitting..raised her eyes..looked up at the sky.
'Isn't it glorious' - she exclaimed - 'to be alive. To feel our achey bones. To bask in all this heat. On this day. In July.'
I couldn't help - but smile. Because...you see - it's all about what you choose..and how you choose to be.
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Come visit me there.