down where the fish don’t bite

Whew! A quick week. The light on both ends of the day is expanding and coming on quick. Orion is still visible at night, but won’t be for long, washed away by the glare of spring.

People out walking here and there, holding hands, old and young, succumbing to the urge taking over deer and birds. The second is nature the first is love. That’s the way we like to think of it, one separate from the other.

I’m an old-timer living to an age once impossible by the majority of humankind’s existence. Nature hasn’t adjusted and given me, and others, much of a roadmap or purpose to living past the ripe age of 35.

My DNA is too damaged to pass on even if I could. Young ladies all look like flowers to me. Nothing to sing about, only admire. No tweet or bugle, no rubbing horns on dry branches. In 99.9% of the time humans existed men my age would have been 25 years dead and for good reason. Young men don’t start wars.

And that’s why I feel lucky. This my 57th spring. The wind in my beard. The mountains unchanged from the ice age, the river rolling, slowing, making noise only when the rest is tuned out, that’s something I’ve been taught, and the stars, the stars common with the old ancient man getting ready.

6 thoughts on “down where the fish don’t bite

  1. larrymuffin

    You wrote you are 57 years old? But you claim to be as old as Mathusalem? If you were in your late 70’s or early 80’s maybe then you could claim to being old. You are quite young still despite saying you are old at 57.

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    1. underswansea

      Ha ha, yes you have a point. You must agree, we are lucky to live in an age where we enjoy good healthcare and nutrition to live as long as we do. Still we can’t achieve the age of some of those Old Testament guys, those guys had it good, except for that raging God of course. 🙂

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