Retired? Poor phrase.
Never intended to tire again.
Released from to-dos and alarm clocks.
I revel in the autumn of my life.
Photo from a Boston 4th of July celebration with the Boston Pops on the Esplanade, soon after my rejuvenatement.
Day 25, National Poetry Writing Month. Prompt from Toads, where we are asked to write about a reboot, a renewal, that is meaningful to our lives.