Shouldn't…but Do

On adventure bent of late.

Look over there – a mountain to catch the sinking sun.  Spare trees, wind.  The younger generation throwing rocks.  Pine needles cross my palm.

Devastating.  But only for the good.  Hapless fragmentation under the onslaught of memory held in bone, wind, and tree.  I have been here before.  I did not realize it was a beginning.  I am here again, and this time, I am aware.

New energy, new ideas, young people who are not me.

An airplane overhead and for once – for once – I am happy to be grounded.