I saw the cherry blossoms on Thursday and a few green leaves on Saturday. Spring has come.
I have reached the terminal phase of this odd stage of life but the rate at which the days fly past makes it difficult to stop and smell the roses. Before you know what's happened - it's over. A cliched revelation that has to be experienced. You look backwards at your own peril; it's so easy to trip over the stepping stones of tomorrow. Rather like reversing around a bend.
Empty patches demand a faith and persistence to bridge those gaping chasms we face from time to time. Amidst the emptiness we somehow have to stand firm and not be bowled over when the strong winds of uncertainty blow.
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