It occurred to me today that when I retire at the end of the year one of the things I may miss about going to work is having to go out of the house first thing in the morning. OK, when it's raining or icy, it's not much fun; but yesterday a skylark was singing , and today the sky was a lovely shade of navy blue towards the north.
On the other hand, there will be the choice of going out or staying in, and a choice of time to do it, and a choice of stopping to look.
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