The Impact of Stones

The spillway seemed to be drying up. The path they used to walk to get down to the cement opening was overgrown. It was clear that human traffic in the area had diminished. Like Scott, it was as if the wilderness of their childhood was entering a new phase of existence. The neighborhood kids had grown up and left their childhood and the woods behind. They no longer descended upon the area like a swarm of worker bees, so the woods and the ravine had finally found rest. It was not going to be the scene of adolescent exploration anymore. New explorations of the mind had taken hold, and some of that took place at the fallen tree. The neighborhood kids had outgrown that magical forest of adolescent dreams. He was down there looking for something, anything that might bring a sense of the past back. So much had changed in such a short time. The changes, like time moving, is forced upon all. As Jim Croce wrote, "My only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend. It never really was a friend at all." In life, Scott kept moving forward in a zig zag wandering pattern. Knowing he had obligations ahead but wanting to take everything he could from the past with him as he plodded along. As he sat on the concrete drain that fed the water into the spillway, he realized even the wooded arena of his formative years had changed. Nature, like life, moved forward and nothing was ever going to be or stay the same.

Dettagli