Inspirations by Frances Durisseau
Do you ever think about getting old? I have been thinking about growing older, maybe because my body has been reminding me of it of late. Time does march on, and as I’ve heard it said, it leaves it’s footprint all across the face! But I don’t mind the idea of getting old. One day I will be sitting on my veranda, with a view of the beach and the churning waters of Gulf of Mexico with my great grandchildren all around me. I’ll be sipping my lemony iced tea, with the breeze whipping through my hair. I will amaze and dazzle them with stories from my youth and of days gone by. Their eyes will be sparkling like the stars in the vast Texas sky and their laughter will tickle the ear, much like the sound of the gulf winds flowing through my lyrical wind chimes. They will beg me to tell them more of my memories.which of course due to my gift of gab and love of weaving tales I will oblige. The sun begins to set, so majestic and ablaze with color, and if we listen carefully we can hear the sizzle of a Texas day coming to a close, as that radiant ball of fire slowly disappears into the depths of the western gulf ending another perfect day. Yes, I can envision getting older. I have many stories to tell, many sunsets to observe, and many grandchildren yet to hold. As your days pass, why not spend some time talking to the young ones about the old days? Tell them the stories behind the photos in the photo albums. It will mean so much to them someday.