Wow, where did the time go. Seems like I just got here and already it is time to leave. Oops, I think I just made a pun. I guess a little humor doesn’t hurt, especially when your future is a dim as mine.
Not so long ago, I was young and bright. Maybe a little green, but we all are when we first get here. I was excited to see each morning, feel the gentle breezes rocking me up there on my perch. I had so many friends then. We were all so much alike, doing the same things, experiencing the same things. We were so close, we even took showers together. Life was good.
About a month ago, I started to feel a little pale. My color was changing and I couldn’t do anything about it. The only comfort was that it was happening to all of us and, the truth be known, reds and yellows didn’t look bad on me. In fact, I realized I was getting a lot more attention from those things that walk around down below. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, and from time to time, would shamelessly flaunt my new found beauty.
But the change didn’t stop. One day I noticed a little tinge of brown. Not much, but definitely something that had not been there yesterday. Nothing to worry about, I thought. But, it turns out that I was wrong. As the days came and went, the brown turned to rust and was extending itself over more of my body. The colors of which I had been so proud were disappearing and my movements were becoming more labored, almost brittle. Where once I could bend and surf on the wind, I was now finding it more difficult to move without breaking something.
I remember the day it happened. It was becoming more apparent that a lot of my friends were leaving. I don’t know if by choice or chance, but it appeared many of them were collecting on the ground below me. It was kind of sad actually. They just laid there, waiting for whatever was going to come next. Apparently, no one knew. I certainly didn’t. I just knew that it was getting a little lonely up there. I began to deliberate about staying where I was and/or joining my friends. It turns out, it wasn’t up to me. A few nights ago we had quite a blow. Wind gusts attacked us mercilessly. I held on for a few hours, but ultimately, the decision to jump was made for me. Silently, in the dark, I drifted aimlessly down, landing among a throng of my friends.
So here we are. It is a beautiful day, but a little colder then it has been. I can’t say that I wasn’t starting to feel the chill a little more acutely before leaving. I’m hoping it will be a little warmer down here. One thing I don’t like however is my inability to stay in one place. I no sooner settle in when a breeze comes along and sends me someplace else. I’m just not sure where I am supposed to be or what I am supposed to do anymore. I guess time will tell. In the interim, one of those things that walk around the trees picked me up this morning and pointed a metal thing at me. I suspect it is because I’ve still got it. Maybe not like a few weeks ago, but my yellows are still quite apparent and I have a very attractive blaze of red on one of my appendages. I’m not surprised that I was selected, but hey, that’s just me.
Well, that didn’t last long. They just threw me back out here in the yard. Now what? I can’t say that I can recommend getting old, just kind of existing from day to day. Life is not particularly comfortable anymore, what with the stiffness and the dry skin and all. And, deep down inside I know it is just a matter of time. But, no use worrying about it, I can’t change a thing. So, I guess I’ll just curl up here and wait to see what tomorrow brings.