You ever have an idea, clear as the light of day, in your mind, but come time to put it down, nothing works? Take three, four, whatever, I have decided to just put it out as is. Thank you, Ms Crispina, for your wonderful challenge. It always is, for me, to come up with something and I couldn’t NOT participate in number one hundred, right?
Like father, like son. You have the lean perfectly, my boy. But why, for goodness sakes, did you plant yourself in the middle of the path?
You told me I needed to forge my own way so…
You might have tried a little further up, just saying.
Haha! You did the same, my son. Only befitting your son do the same. Of course, you can’t see it now with all the new arrivals. But once, you, too were right in the middle. Maybe you’ll end up like me one day, alone on the edge.
Or like us. No longer feeling part of nature as asphalt has been spread on what was once beautiful earth. ‘Tis the way of it, I suppose.
One day, though, I like to think we will take it all back.