This Is How It Ends, Isn’t It?

Mostly True Memoirs

THIS IS HOW IT ENDS, ISN’T IT?

There were some robins in the Vitex trees outside my kitchen door.

They were brilliantly and spectacularly bright red.

I watched them, enchanted, for quite some time.

And then it hit me.

Old people watch birds.

I am watching birds.

Crap.

This is how it ends, isn’t it?

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