One set of footprints,
At the end a lonely man.
Such is autumn sand.
One set of footprints,
At the end a lonely man.
Such is autumn sand.

Autumn breezes blow
Golden leaves fly to and fro
Darker days are nigh

Recall the summer
Walking round the upland lake.
Peace to meditate.
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
This is an impossible choice.
Every year has its good points and every year has its bad points. And reliving them wouldn’t change a thing.
Each day in each year is precious. They shape us, they change us, and they leave us alone. They give us experiences, whether good or bad. And yet, good or bad, they are precious.
Each day so far has made us what we are. And that’s precious. We are what we are because of each and every one of those days.
I wouldn’t want to relive any day, let alone any year. It might change my view of that day, or that year. And maybe then, I wouldn’t be the person I am. And maybe then, I wouldn’t want to relive that year.
No. It’s an impossible choice. Because every day is precious.

Beside narrow paths
Blackberries turning colour
Ready to make pie