A Day Is a Life Time

A day, is a life time I remember a track I used to walk it was uneven, exposed olive tree roots were made smooth by sheep´s hooves. I have taken pictures of places I used to walk look at them now and feel regret that I shall not walk these paths again, yet also-one has to say that or risk sounding bitter- thankful that I was given the chance to walk there and see animals those not yet domesticated like deer, wild boars, and rabbits frolicking in the dandelion yellow glade of love. I feel sorry for household animals they are utterly in our power, pat a goat´s head then slit its throat and think no more about it all in a day´s work. Three couples of pensioners came here to my village many years ago now they are dead victim of old age. Just like goats we know nothing about the day, first a promising sun, then the sudden stillness pale frost.