Downsizing

Strong winds of time accelerate with age, sweep toward the unsuspecting, forging alliances with atrophy and arthritis, debilitating the innocent. The hurricane of decline begins with gusts, barely noticed in years of productivity. But without warning gusts become streams. Streams turn into torrents. Torrents, tsunamis, opening submission's door. Downsizing's time has arrived. Stuff is now a dearest friend, space the greatest enemy in this geriatric ritual. Time laughs at tears, celebrates pain as each treasured object is evaluated in unsteady fingers. Piece by piece is slated for separation and taken away by unfeeling hands. The enemy has won.