Moments in time
One moment you’re secure in the cocoon of youth: no ailments, at home in your body, watching time pass so slowly, seeing old people as another species, knowing you will never change. The next moment you’re not.
History
Curses
More frightening hot weather is on its way. All you can do is hunker down, wait it out, hope for the best, fear the worst. And send a curse at those who have stopped all action to prevent climate change.
The tolling bell
I had a friend who didn’t make it to twenty. Another never reached forty. One more was gone before fifty. Finally there was the friend who fell short of seventy. I am closing fast on my next landmark of eighty years. Lucky. Sad.
Dark stranger
Every New Year’s Eve, we say to ourselves – “Well I hope next year is better than this year”. But, as every New Year’s Day rolls through the door, we realise it was probably a forlorn hope
Small consolation
No repressive government can last forever, no matter how unlikely its end can seem. But it does great damage to people and land while it continues
Thinking
There is, apparently no brain, however large, well adjusted, fast thinking, packed full of data, seemingly logical, that it can’t be turned into mush by the acquisition of an imaginary friend
Nowhere to run to
Killing hot weather is on its way here after Xmas. A giant wall of hot air like a tsunami approaching on land
I breathe, therefore I am
I am breathing in, breathing out, like all the other living creatures sharing this planet and this air. But more, that air has been shared by all the creatures who ever lived, been refreshed by all the plants that ever grew, since the beginning of Earth time. Each new breath combines all the old breaths
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Life time
Approaching 74 and every ache, every niggle, every unexplained twitch in the night, presages doom and a twinkle in an undertaker’s eye. Half way through 73 and sour memories bubble up like methane in Lake Baikal, erupt randomly like black mud in Rotorua, old regrets seem once again possible triumphs, old grievances can once again