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Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
Some of the best times of my life were spent in reverie of the wonders God made for us like snorkeling in Chankanaab Lagoon and watching the parrotfish nibbling on coral formations, walking along the South Rim or the breathtaking helicopter flight over the Grand Canyon. My memories include the ascent to the peak of Rothorn in the Bernese Highlands of Switzerland and trying my best to play an alpenhorn at a restaurant situated on the mountain.
I am four agonizing months away from retiring. As I look out my window, I see the trees coming to life with neon-green buds where leaves will soon be. In a few days the air will be filled with the fragrance of Spring. The little Carolina Wrens have been busy remodeling their nest inside the birdhouse just outside my door and the grass is greening up after a long winter.
Retirement—that is when life will truly begin and I can go anywhere I choose.