THE Newton’s Law of Inertia says that an object at rest remains at rest until acted upon by an outside force.

This Newton’s Law has always been true in physics, but is also very much true with my column-writing.

At least, that’s how I would explain my self-imposed sabbatical.

After taking a medically-advised rest by my doctor, my brains splurged on an indefinite length of dormancy until my most respected FR boss Linda Pelayo, suddenly jarred me from complacency.

Hopefully, the Law of Motion would now reverse my law of inertia.

And so here I am — struggling to come back to writing while still frozen with a writer’s block — an ailment that afflicts most of us.

“Summertime and the livin’ is easy” — goes the lyrics from Porgy and Bess movie classic, sang by Ella Fitzgerald and composed by the legendary George Gershwin.

This song always reminds me of the joys of summer.

Waking up early and soaking in the warm rays of the morning sun, feeding the birds patiently waiting for their daily feed, watching the graceful flights of the colorful butterflies as they glide from God-kissed petals of the blooming flowers, and briskly watering the full-grown bitter-melon plants — I basked into the magical world of make believe.

Only a hundred breaths ago, this place seemed to be a barren patch of land.

The soil was black and hard and cold.

There was no life at all.

Then came the torrents of rain that washed away the dirt and gloom of the punishing winter.

Suddenly, it is spring and with it came the promise of a new season.

“One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing. And you’ll spread your wings to the sky,” continues the song.

On the other hand, while the living is easy, so is also the leaving.

Across the rivers, and over the bridges, countless city dwellers are driving to all points of the compass to where the land meets the sea or the lakes.

The breeze, the open spaces and the landscape of people of all ages — these are all liberating, not to mention exhilarating.

Since the beginning of summer we have our full share of summer pilgrims — leaving their lovely abodes to come to our home for a visit.

My most favorite visitors are the niece and nephew of my wife’s sister from Miami — both teenagers — who always come every summer without fail.

Of course our resident grandchildren who only live blocks away from us are only too eager to meet them.

Once settled down after a long flight, they would camp at the basement — play guitar and violin, toss dash boards, do hide and seek — but most times, just talk in their smart phones.

Every night, these kids, all six of them, three boys and three girls, ages 8 to 16, were all awake up to 5 a.m. — at a time when the inhabitants in the Eastern Seaboard Time Zone were fast asleep.

Sometimes, they would jog around the block before daybreak.

In the deep recesses of my mind, I wonder, “Why do they do that?”

Ah, to be young and innocent! I really enjoyed watching them and hearing the cacophony of their laughter.

In every moment, they were so immersed in the fantasy of their fairy-like dreams.

Someday I knew they will grow up.

They certainly will find new friends and more places to visit where life’s voyages will anchor them.

But while I am still younger, I want to savor the good memories they had left with me — remembering them in the present progressive tense and not in the once-upon-a-time passing anecdote.

Someday they too will grow older just like everyone of us.

When that “someday” comes, I hope they will remember their childhood friendships nurtured in our home.

When the season was younger, my wife and I had the opportunity to be guests at a 30th Wedding Anniversary in Bergen County.

The happy celebrants were the former Emily Saturno and Dr. Saturno Herrera.

It was an event that will be long remembered by many for its elegance and unforgettable memories.

The Herreras have four children, the youngest of whom had just graduated in nursing.

They were Kevin, Kristine, Khristian and Kimberly.

The heart-throbbing song “When You Tell Me You Love Me (by Westlife) touched many a heart with nostalgia.

One other notable event of the summer of 2016 is the community celebration of faith and devotion to our Holy Infant Jesus, also known as the Sto. Niño Fiesta on June 26 at the Our Lady of Visitation Church, Paramus, N.J.

The Hermanos and Hermanas were: Lito and Flor Bautista; and Ernie and Nancy Simpliciano of Dumont and Fair Lawn, N.J., respectively.

Meanwhile, a friendly reminder to all the members and friends of the Philippine American Community of Bergen County (PACBC, Inc.) about their forthcoming Picnic Pot Luck Lunch at Van Saun Park, Paramus, N.J. on Sunday, July 31 at 11 a.m. to 5 p.m.

The invitation is announced by Pres. Rose Latanzio.

For RSVP, please call 201.674.3728.

It’s summertime...let’s all enjoy and have fun.

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