it is assumed that aging is one of those things
that need not be taught! We just let ourselves
glide from year to year from tear to tear without
a scope to gauge our progression or regression as
the case may be. Is it flippant on our part to be
gazing directly into extinction without an inkling
of how to finesse the void yawning at us. Is this a
case where no plan is the best we can do? I find it
increasingly difficult to reconcile doing nothing but
jabbing a few words that are unlikely to be heard!
Today I heard a pair of Blue Jays quarrelling over a
worm that was still a-squirm. I was delighted to see
their shadows hurtling across the lawn. In a twinkle
the shadow mocked their flight so quickly I wasn’t
sure I had seen it at all. That’s the thrall I am in when
my days on earth just lurched past 35,000 and I am
fiddling around with inane questions about Blue Jays!
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