Shadows On the Horizon

Strange - how one can know of a thing yet not know it. That I should perish someday is no secret ... but how well do I know this? My injuries before were always superficial. A scar upon the surface but no loss of function. Now, my form has changed for the worse. Not by much, perhaps, but such small changes are the first stumbling steps toward the pit. A small loss of enamel, a thumb that may never bend as far as it once had done. Trivial losses in the grand scheme of things. But there is something utterly terrifying in taking damage that cannot be repaired. And the roads of tomorrow seem so much more wreathed in shadow now. 31 August 2022