I see my shadow which I no longer recognize. Winter has changed to spring
reminding us all that seasons change in our life as well. Time waits for on
one. The Dao moves on despite our protestations. There are things that have
passed that can never be retrieved; water under the bridge and all that. Some
things that were once doable are no longer doable, but if we’re wise, we go
with the flow of it all. Years of drought have taken their toll. Now we can
only remember the high water mark; the time when we sailed the waters
fearlessly.
