Erosion

Its snowing out in big white flakes that look like you could eat them.
We had spring and now its winter. Spring and then winter and then back again at least a few more times before it sticks. This is the city of a thousand seasons. Some of them last only a few hours.
Nothing lasts.
I was thinking that last night, out at dinner with my parents, looking at how my mother is starting to get a few wrinkles around her mouth where she didn't have them before.
Nothing lasts.
I think erosion is my biggest fear. I lie in bed, awake until the early hours, staring at the stars on my ceiling and worrying about erosion.
It never seems to console me much to know that the eroded sand will wash ashore again some day. People are always pointing that out, but it always seems sort of besides the point. I just can't shake the thought that the mountain is still long gone.
Anyways.
Those are sad thoughts and it is not a night worth being sad, so I will stop, and go meet my girl, and try to forget that I'm eroding away.
- posted by Sigurd3/19/2005 05:57:00 PM