We've had great weather this year.
I was leaving work and a group of residents, as always, was sitting on the porch enjoying the sun and a nice breeze. One gentleman, sitting away from everyone else, looked especially relaxed - eyes closed, smile on his face, reclined in his chair. I know he's in renal failure and has chosen to spend his time on Earth peacefully rather than going through extensive treatments.
"Enjoying the sun?" I asked as I approached him.
"I sure am," he said without opening his eyes. "The days are numbered though."
"Oh, Mr. Baldwin, I'm sorry to hear that. You're not feeling well, huh?"
We've had a few of these deep conversations and I know that he's been to the hospital recently. He reads the obits pretty religiously and is some ways I'm sure he is counting his own days. I wasn't surprised at all to hear him comment on his own mortality.
"No, I meant the weather," he replied.