Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Imagining the past

When I saw this boulder, the resting place for this fallen tree, I got a clear image of the past. This tree, vital and strong. Then laying across the rocks, perhaps as a climbing post for small creatures scurrying up to the top of the rock. Rainstorms. Snowstorms. Sunlight. Time.

Now, slowly broken down, piece by piece, bit by bit.... until it is a skeleton of its former self.

Is that what will happen to me? Will my death, at some unknown point in the future, tell a story of my life?

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