Milestone

Last week I turned fifty, though I have not yet decided what that milestone really means to me. I still seem to be processing my opinion. At some point, I must stop all of this running and appraise my life once again. Perhaps spending some time in the desert without access to a telephone would do me good. There is something to be said for days spent in quiet reflection, days spent with the wind and the clouds and the sky, with the raw earth beneath one's feet. I know that I am fortunate. That much is sure, but still I need time to reflect, to decrease the velocity of these quickly-passing days if only for a while.