Driving my own two feet, two wheels, a battery powered golf cart, moving barely faster then a 9 year old pedaling rapidly. No multitasking. A sense of time established for mere orientation by location of the sun. Face to face communication and interaction devoid of cell phone, tv, email and social media. Cooling off with a plunge in the ocean at will. Scenic vistas outlined by a path where land meets ocean, ocean meets sky. Oak, cedar, palm trees and evergreens creating a landscaped canopy for the two feet, two wheel, and battery powered path of travel. The dot of light in the distance appearing through this natural tunnel. Strangers waving and saying hello, not really seeming like strangers. Smiling faces, moving bodies. Looks of contentment abound...Recovery.
Aches and pains from daily rigors of movement or lack thereof vanish.
A vision? Yes. A reality Yes. Quality interactions with loved ones jumping, riding the waves. Search for most unique seashells, houses of sea creatures...Recovery.
The biggest decision to be made is which mode of transportation to be used, which bathing suit to wear, barefoot or flip flops and when to reapply sunscreen. Smell of sun-drenched skin infused with coconut...Recovery.
Competition only prevalent during an impromptu tennis match and Uno. Commute to destination, not by land, but by sea. Delightful encounters on the departure tram, two-legged and four-legged...four bench seats, two bucket seats, four dogs, one of which is a Great Dane, five kids, three grandparents, three couples, plus one dedicated and friendly driver.
True bliss. Visions from a treasured island. " Arrgghhh" of the pirates in the distance, eerie images of shipwrecks, battles both lost and won. The pirates chatter in the distance and the sounds of cannon fire. Imagine.
Kayaks, paddle boards gliding through water like a sheet of glass. With each wave feeling anxiety roll off, as the tide rolls in enveloping you in warmth of the present moment...Recovery.