The future is out there,
like a horizon covered by early morning fog.
I peer into it,
attempting to identify
shapes in the mist;
yet,
I know I cannot.

The way of the universe is change.
Change is forever forthcoming.
Walls are a futile attempt to prevent transformations; to hold on to the past.
All that barriers do is build pressure; a damn that will sooner or later give way.
And when the looming collapse occurs,
the damage multiplies; a disastrous flood.

The simple joy
of simply being
alive
in the moment
breathing
in the light.

I am a fixer;
wherever there is a challenge,
asked to address it or not,
my mind busily seeks a solution.