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Liminal Passage Through Twilight [ASR]

27 septembre

I've made some friends aware that I'm slipping. Very important for me to know that someone knows and can keep an eye on me. Whether this is temporary or not time will tell. A combination of age, old head injuries, depression and inactivity have brought me to this point.

The Breeze freshens at sunset as cooling air descends from the mountains in a race towards the sea. The worn-out Day cannot block its passage. Twilight lasts but a blink. Now dusty rose. Now grey. There are those who try to banish the night. There are those who embrace every bittersweet moment before all memory fades.

The Calm comes as light breaks through the blanket of dark, as pinprick holes pierce the Voice of the Void. It whispers in the language of starlight, twinkles at mortals bound by bone and flesh.

The Wind has caressed many a face, blowing away tears and ennui, yet useless against wrinkles and Time itself, it now bows to Eternity.

Maybe it was the lunch Laxmi gave me. Maybe it was the two maple bars that Kay didn't want to go to waste. They went to my waist instead. I don't think coffee was the culprit... this time.

My response;

1. Get traveling. If not now then very soon. If not one place then another.
2. Get moving. If not running to a bus then walking along the trails.
3. Exercise the brain. Some folks do crossword puzzles. I puzzle over language.
4. Eat better?
5. Supplements?

I'm not sure how much I care at this point. I'm weighing options.

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