References fading into obscurity

By Greg Merritt

I am getting old and so are you. We’ve known it all along, but just refused to acknowledge it. It’s been rolling straight at us like one of those nineteenth century trains rolling down the track belching smoke, steam, and hot cinders and we find ourselves standing right in the center of the tracks. We try and jump off those tracks, but no matter how we side step it we keep finding ourselves smack dab in the middle of those tracks all the while that screaming black train with smoke billowing all around just keeps getting closer and closer. We choose not to look at it headlong and act like we don’t see it coming, but in the corner of our eyes we can see it chugging closer and closer. Occasionally, thanks to the distractions of life, we actually do lose sight of the train and forget that it’s even there, but then something happens that makes us realize that train is even closer than what we remember it being.