No resolutions as such, more like some plans that consider the time left in my life. Some quiet reflection today as I focus on an undecorated Christmas tree.
Things that make you stop and think, things that must be written maybe in order to let go. Song on the radio The Rapper and I wonder: will I still dance while driving when I’m eighty?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I’m sure we’ll dance to the car radio at eighty — even if only in our heads 🙂
I sure hope so. It may just be twitches but we’ll call it dancing.
I think you will dance forever.