Life's Journey

 

I’m not all that fond of this end of the trail.  I mean, I’ve seen enough of it to know what to expect.  Sure, it was fine at the beginning, the flowers were colorful and new, and everything smelled fresh, like after a summer rain. 

But I’ve been hiking for so long now, I doubt there are any surprises over the next hill or around the next bend.   Even the forest creatures look at me like – “Are you still here?”  I’m tired and my joints and the twigs I step on make the same snapping sounds. 

Not to change subjects, but I was just thinking, I’ll bet our language, our adjectives will fall woefully short when we attempt to describe the first alien we encounter.  I don’t know why, but I expect their bodies will be ghost-like wisps, disrupted by the slightest breeze, and yet remain in the same space.  They will communicate with their eyes, as even some humans are apt to do.

And, just maybe, that is what I will encounter at trail’s end.  An entirely different adventure, where once again everything is fresh and new, no snapping twigs or failing vision, just a new beginning.

 

 

 

 

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