The autumn of life is plumb full of fall. Falling jowls, boobs, butt cheeks. Falling eyesight and hearing. (ooh. Sorry. I mistook that i for an l) Failing eyesight.
Sometimes people actually fall down and they can’t get up. Thankfully, I haven’t reached that point yet. I’m actually in quite good shape. At least every third Wednesday, sometimes on Thursday, and most weekends.
As children we don’t appreciate the spring enough. Running in the sunshine, climbing trees, screaming with laughter at...