Pondering a Wonder

Yet another fine evening! Sitting here where it all began all these decades ago... What is it deep down inside human existence that refuses to accept the passage of time?! Once, when we were young and carefree, did we care about time, when it all seemed dandy and fine? Ocean air still has a same mist to it. The landscape is still the same. What then, for us has "changed the game" if everything to the eye still seems the same? What secrets would the ocean unearth if it could talk? Has all that "we held as sacred once upon a time" just gone up in smoke? Why do I feel like I awoke from a coma and I am again learning to walk? This crazy thing called love, lifted me high, dropped me low, left me to ponder and expect from life yet another wonder?!