In the undergrowth
A beetle squirms
A bird pounces
And all that is life and death in the microcosm passes
I walk on
Feeling the shadow beyond
Fleeting are the moments
My time is becoming
Immeasurably priceless
*So much to do, why on earth did I spend so much time not doing what I wanted to do?
Fear makes fools of us all
Header photo are the soaring trusses of the new Muckadilla pub – I did an update on building progress in the latest issue of the magazine (publishing 1pm tomorrow, heads up for the subscribers)
Owners Marty and Christy are even more determined to chase their dreams after Marty suffered (and luckily recovered from) a heart attack this last month.
They’re only young – my age? I think of myself young, probably always will
The thing is – nothing is guaranteed – chase your dreams
