I felt the cool breeze through the open window, looked out and saw the tops of trees and heard a far-off train whistle. In that few seconds, I realized, this is enough.
I haven’t played golf or ridden a horse in years. My skis have been in storage for more than a decade. “When you retire,” I told myself then, “You’ll have time.”
The plan failed.
I look back out the window at the gently swaying treetops and remind myself, this is enough.