These are the twilight years. A life led to its fullest, working until you could barely get your boots off at the end of the day. Love and happiness, now found and lived, now gone.
I will take a pause and sit here with my dog for a while on these steps. It is just him and me now. Maybe a book now and then and breakfast with my old friends.
It seems that fewer and fewer show up anymore. There are still a few more dirt roads to walk down and a few more stories to write. Maybe someday someone will tell a story about us, an old man and his dog sitting on the steps.
Point Of View
It seems that it truly isn’t over until it is over. There comes a time when coffee with a friend or a walk down a path with your dog in tow is enough. We no longer chase after life; we sit under an oak tree sipping coffee and enjoy it. We don’t need more and, in fact, we need much less.