Running, Jumping, Throwing ...

“Running, Jumping, Throwing, Biking, Playing…”No you are not being serenaded with a Captain Kangaroo medley. Rather with Fay finally on her way, the Sunshine state was ready to live up to its nickname and Xaine and I were out to relieve some pent up energy. Topped off with rain and a scattering of palm leaves, dislodged by the winds, the pool was a most refreshing start to the day. With a swift paced run and an Olympic worthy Jump….Cannon Ball!!! Having been deprived of the H2O plunge for some time we were soon togged up in this season’s “Haute Couture”… (Telling you, the chlorine engorged prunish look is sure to be all that this fall).
Now wide awake and ready to show our appreciation for the blue skies and piercing rays of light it was time for some Football. Sweat bubbles materializing a top our upper lips, our gazes of intimidation fixed on one another and our shoulders absorbing the solar heat promote our endless fury of passes, catches and in the sport on honesty … fumbles. Xaine has an arm that you would not believe. The power he discharges in each throw is only
comparable to Zeus’ hurling of lightning bolts. Which may explain the static charged follicles on his head? Or maybe, the faint sounds of an evening storm emerging as echoes in the air have something to do with that. With truth in every dawn having its dusk, ours is soon approaching. No time shall be lost by us. Before the sky opens up and drenches the land we shall set out for at least one final physical activity. Xaine…Dawn your helmet, tie up those laces, rev up your HUMMER and let’s hit the road.