The trees along my path acted like a tunnel and you can see the light at the end of the tunnel - it shines golden. My thoughts were "that's the light of the Golden Age of Retirement".
Oh, how I would love to be able to run faster into that light, but I have to keep walking the very slow speed that everybody walks. But you might notice that the path becomes slightly brighter the closer you get to the end.
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Having such nice morning walks whenever I want and not whenever I can find enough time is what I want, that's what I expect from retirement ... walking into the sunrise without having to think about the stress the next day will certainly bring.
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I have taken the last photo on the same spot where I have taken the other two images, but I turned to the left, looking over the calm reservoir to the woody hills and pink fluffy clouds.