Today’s word prompt from Margaret of the Ragtag Community is crepuscule, meaning twilight. It may be because I’m getting older that twilight for me symbolises the last days of life — my life or possibly life as we know it. I am not a religious person so I take no comfort in there being an afterlife. In fact, at this point of my life I find death a frightening prospect, if only because I will never see my children again and because of the state of the world that my generation has bequeathed them.
I used to say to one son when he expressed despair about our earth that the earth needed his help; it needed bright, young minds like his to work on solutions to environmental problems. I think we have both surrendered to the inevitable now, but we won’t go down without a fight.
I went deep into my photo archives for the photo for this post. It is a photo of my other son, my youngest. That young man is over 6″ tall now. He is the reason I started blogging a year ago. To see that first post on the case for same-sex marriage, click here.
It seems like only yesterday that we took that photo, but time and twilight waits for no man. No, we won’t come inside. As one of my fellow bloggers said recently, “There is still so much to see and do.” Outside. In and for our world. Where there is life, there is hope. The solution lies in us.
This Rupert Holmes song, Escape, is dedicated to my Uncle G. Missed by family and friends. We used to sing this song together when I was a young girl. It was all completely innocent. And fun. I like this song because it shows that we can be the change.
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In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Crepuscule.