I often say “The last time I looked, I was 25.”  Life flows out by the day, month and year.  Et voilà … here I am at 75.

I had breakfast in Le Pain Quotidien on the Korenmarkt this morning.  After eating, I pulled my pills and supplements from my backpack, plus my water bottle.  I unscrewed the cap and out spilled some water on the wooden table. 

Since the table wasn’t perfectly flat, the tiny puddle became a flow.  I watched the inching towards the edge.  And then I watched some more.

The sun shone on the table … and I contemplated life evaporating.  Eventually I swept my hand through the water.  At one point I thought of taking some pictures to show the darkness receding.  Here’s the second one:

Feel the momentum of the sun … the flowing towards … the inevitability

For us all