Come Fly with Me
Today I heard the first migrating hawk of the season. We get a few stragglers every year about this time, a sure sign that autumn is arriving. It hardly feels like it has already been one year since I peered up at the magnificent specimen of fowl last year as it eyed me with that “what’s this” stare. Time seems to go so quickly as the years add up. Maybe that’s why some people freak over getting older. Adding another number to my image doesn’t bother me in the least. While some people try to fight off graying hair; I look at it as “I’ve been a redhead all my life, now maybe I finally get to see what it’s like to be a blonde!” Others cringe at the thought of possibly losing teeth to Father Time; I view it as, “Well maybe I’ll finally get to have perfectly straight teeth once in my life!” (I’ve always had strange teeth. In fact my two front teeth started growing in back of my baby teeth because the baby teeth never fell out. The dentist finally had to pull the baby teeth out. Maybe that’s why my wisdom teeth never came out and another dentist had to take them out surgically.) Anyway, the point is, I look at each new decade as a new stage of my life, one that is to be explored and enjoyed not feared or loathed.