I envy the elderly in ways. Not all of them, but the ones who have found their peace in this world. The ones who truly enjoy the sunsets, for each dusk could be the last glimpse of beauty before they rest eternally. The ones who can walk on a trail and fully enjoy the fresh air because they know it could very well be their last. Each leaf that falls off a tree in Fall is like time ticking by, each heartbeat…the last leaf falls, the last of the blood runs through the heart, the bare lifeless tree and the bare lifeless veins. Why do we not appreciate this beauty before it’s gone? Watching crows dig for worms, listening to invisible crickets, thunder rolling in the distance, a sweep of cold air that gives goosebumps up the spine, a sweet smell of new grass…why do we never slow down until the end? I want to feel, I want to listen, I want to see, before it’s too late.