Midday Breather, time to sit

I hopped down the final deck step and planted both sandals on the wide slate patio stone. After all that sparring, my joints were loose, but the noon sun was beating down directly overhead. A few paces away, the curved leg of a dark green lawn chair cast a crisp strip of shade across the flagstone. I walked over, tapped the cool painted metal with my knuckle, and slid down into a grounded sit with my knees bent. A dry brown leaf skittered across the patio and settled right between my feet. It felt good to lean back against the cool steel and just take five.