You’re never too old to play outside . . . except in a thunderstorm . . . it’s a good time for musing. Such was the case the other day standing on the deck watching raindrops create their concentric ripples on the pond . . . this ‘ole’ dude began musing . . . enough to make you want to stop aging : )
Each expanding circle represents and individual life, rippling ever outward , , ,
Each circle inevitably intersects other circles . . . other lives . . . which in turn intersect other lives . . . etc., etc., etc.
Eventually, every circle has, directly or indirectly, touched every other circle . . . life . . . with its ripples, before the rings finally fade into oblivion.
The question begs . . . how have the ripples of my life touched others as they now begin to fade ???
Sure glad the storm passed and the sun came back out.