There is a hint of fall in the air. A welcome respite. I am a cool weather guy. Cool air inspires the Old Man. Heat makes me a bit sluggish, and a cool breeze makes me less so. It is like the wife who told her husband to not be lazy in the grocery store, and he said it almost made him fall out of the grocery cart. So it goes as summer kicks off. The Old Man was bitten by some unforeseen mite. He changed his pants when he arrived home from the Woods. The Woods are great for bringing Woods life, hitching a ride.

So the Reflecting Pool has algae. The fresh Flag Blue paint for the bottom of the Pool is peeling away and floating on the top of the soupy green water. Was it vandals or a poor paint job and water purifying? I know it cost a lot of money for something that did not need to be done. The money our nation spends on the Cool Breeze could guarantee that everyone in the United States is fed.

The neighbor gathered our limbs and placed them on their limb burn pile. Their kindness made my day. There are good people everywhere. It is a myth that the world is full of selfish people. We are surrounded by giving people who care. The Watchers are watching.

‘I see the crying of the lonely Old Man,’ Watcher said. ‘He is missing his family on Father’s Day,’ Watcher continued. ‘He thinks about his kids daily and through the long nights yet rarely hears from them,’ Watcher noted. ‘They are busy, he knows, but don’t they have time for a visit once a year?’ Watcher mused. ‘A smile from his kids makes his day, and time spent with them is more precious than the gold of Ophir,’ Watcher observed.

‘I have been homeless for some time, the Old Man said. ‘My kids are grown and gone, I rarely enter their minds, the Old Man continued. ‘I used to call and write letters, does anyone write letters anymore?’ the Old Man asked. ‘I got sick a few years ago, and my money ran out, and Medicare cut me out, so I am homeless although I work,’ the Old Man said. ‘I am sure the kids think I am doing well. I do not want to burden them,’ the Old Man said.

There were a lot of smiling Dads yesterday, none more than me. Aaron and Jonathon are a blessing every day. Age sneaked up on me. I would like to get a little older. It has been quick. The blink of an eye. A weaver’s shuttle.