Only Everything

Nearly everything shifts endlessly.

It’s not earth, but more like an ocean around me. Despite the regular patterns on the surface, the floor way beneath is different as I drift each day.

And that’s how life has been. While I know I must be going somewhere, the changes are unseen, and the empty scenery gets boring.

Some things, however, don’t get old;

The sky being blue,

Seeing a beautiful face,

Moving to a groove,

Driving,

Stretching,

Getting food with friends,

Turquoise water,

Discovering a new artist...

I’ve remained in love with them all.

Over time, the weather washing away so many things from my life has revealed a precious few that remain, and they are like a gentle beach emerging from nothing. And the ability to enjoy anything at all has been The Rock the beach is on...the beach my raft is on, and where my hammock is.

When I grow up I’m going to fly the F-13 Raptor in the Air Force just like Val Killmur (doing the thumbs up above) did in Top Gun.