From the Other Side of the Hill

I thought to see some clearing both in weather and my insight after I rounded the crest and started down, could then make plans for books to buy, fill in blanks as history marks time with its new highs and lows while gifting me quite possibly with hours I didn't know I had... Then boldly dangling as fantasies will do, some straggling fuzzy days, perhaps a scant few years to soak up wisdom, (or more likely foolishness) to crown my hairless head. No, such thoughts were vanity although the hours are real enough. It's just as foggy over here, and worst of all the only clue to life expectancy that I can trace is in that stubborn silence that each day rides more securely on the air. And I of insight lost indeed to lesser ears. I of lesser energy to care! ~