Legacy
Walking in the woods, thinking of other things, so, not really in the woods, I traveled on a path that sooner or later will disappear, among trees that will outlive me. What difference will I make to these trees, or this path, or anything in the world, now or hence? Pondering my nothingness, bereft of legacy, I walked, still elsewhere. But then that blank was interrupted by a bird call, unfamiliar, sparkling, totally without reason. A few trilly little grace notes and one clear bell tone, some kind of prayer or love song. I stopped. I looked. A flash of brown may have been it, or a leaf. Then…
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