REALIZATION

REALIZATION
Sitting in the garden with a cool glass of beer, soaking up the last rays of the evening sunshine, I am suddenly aware of the sounds that surround me. The birds whistling in the trees, children playing in a distant street, water splashing from the fountain in the garden pond and the unmistakable clatter of pots and cutlery from the kitchen where Gill is doing the washing up.
It is at moments like this that I realize how lucky I am to be a man.