A Thought, A Memory

Here's a thought I had a few years back when we were living in the country.

Well I rise from my favorite chair using more energy than it should. I put on my most comfortable boots, my favorite jacket and take the keys to my old red pickup off the hook. I step outside and look toward the lake and then to the hills covered with cedars, mesquites and oaks of several kinds. I then take a deep breath of the soothing country air with nothing in particular in mind. I then stroll over to my old pickup, insert the key and it cranks as it always does. I sit for a moment, listening to the same ol' radio station , trying to decide which direction will I go today and how far will I go and then I place the gear into Drive.