We take the past with us, stoppered up in a old canteen slung on the saddle as we ride off into the sunset.
Thoughts of future sometimes (this past week in particular) mean more than just change, but complete difference in paths of choice that leave the past enclosed in that vessel, only brought out when thirsty.
With the pc that I’ve used for years down, I wonder if all on the hard drive is lost. First reaction is to be upset; the second, so what? It may be a sign to start over. The only thing saved is on the laptop since December. What if I lost that too?
So what. There’s water up ahead too, I’m sure.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Nice! Me-tinks that water up ahead is no illusion. Sometimes I think the past is. Happy SUNday to you. :-}