It is quite ironic that I had to reach the autumn of my life before I began to truly enjoy the

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26. Yes. All we have is this moment.

The future isn't here yet and the past is just a recollection, sometimes tainted by emotion. At 66, I try to just live in the moment each and every day. And the best moment is when I walk amongst nature.

Yesterday, I walked at a park that has a couple of ponds and a track around them, with pumps out in the middle that spray water high into the air which, in the sunshine, creates this beautiful rainbow of colors. But the sun was obscured by clouds and the pumps weren't working. Instead, I noticed two rather large turtles sitting right on top of the device that usually sprays the water high into the air. I generally only see their heads popping up in the water, so it was nice to see what they really look like. And circling the track, on the opposite end were two more turtles doing the same thing. I guess they came up to bask in the sunshine, fleeting as it was. But to see them out like that, it was so cool, I watched them for a long time, even though they rarely moved anything but their heads. Something about that scene just made me feel good inside, took the edge off all my troubles.

Yes, I know, that is a recollection, but one of comfort and a sense of belonging I try to recognize around me daily when I go for my walks, so sue me.