Missing my old life

 It is 11:30 AM Sunday morning in the summer. It is beautiful out. Normally,  I would be upstate, in the mountains, at the bungalow colony. At about this time the Knish Man would come by selling fried knishes and we would all run to buy one each (they are really good). Then, we would go to the pool and do some swimming. If we were planning a BBQ later we might go into town to pick up BBQ fixings.  And, we would just hang out all day, reading, eating, drinking, chatting, napping, playing, swimming, we would be outdoors ALL DAY.  I miss that. I miss that so much...