Haibun: Warmth and Shadows

 Life is but a breath. 

When I approach someone close to me—someone who’s gestures are almost as predictable as they are enjoyable—I approach as if they are the same but I know they aren’t who they were just a few years ago. As I get older, so do those I love. And for most of them, their age, strength and ability have mostly crested and are become more shadowy than substance. Yet the longer the shadow the warmer they make me feel inside. 

…And so it is when the dusk sets, the warm glow that covers the hills or mountains cast its warmth over the day’s longest shadows. 

So behold the warmth because it won’t be there for as long as we want it to be.