Winter's seemingly endless shades of grey, howling winds, and unfriendly weather make me morose (as opposed to less rose; a little English language joke there for you as a bonus).
I'm nearing the beginning of my seventy-third year of residency here on The Big Blue Marble. The inexorable march of time and the gallant though losing battle with ailments, illnesses, and injuries finds me more often melancholy than is my wont as my Natal Anniversary approaches.
As a kid, when I had the world figured out, I thought I could be the President of the United States, a baseball player, a cowboy, and an astronaut at the same time. As the years have gone by, the number of people I could be has continued to shrink until it's been reduced to just me, as I am.
Not the most impressive or reassuring sight in the mirror every morning, I'll concede, especially when the wired world brings me picture postcards from paths I could have chosen, but chose not to, despite their breathtaking beauty.
I'm not anywhere. I'm here. For now and I guess forever.
-bill kenny
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