I stand on the hill, watching.
A little below, close to the trees, the friends are starting to arrive.
Everyone knows this place – we have all walked here so many times.
Then we had no other plans than to walk and explore. We had energy to burn.
Now a picnic would be fun. Some hours in the sun, some sandwiches, salad, some drinks.
Maybe there will be some news to share; families, sadness and joy, everyday things.
It’s almost half a century since we were all last here.
The skyline has changed, I prefer it as it was before.
Now there are many more “tourists”.
We have changed too. Some more mellow, some less so. Many reasons why.
Our lives and circumstances have all changed – some dramatically so!
Life is no picnic..