A fleeting moment...

Thoughts passed through his mind as he sat on its cracked weathered timbers. He couldn’t help but think of the ones who’d been there before him. Lovers on a late night stroll, stopping to gaze into each other’s eyes and snuggle close in the evening breeze; kids whose hands were sticky from picking the specks of dirt from their gum that had fallen in the sand; Grandpas and Grandmas, who had looked on eagerly, recalling the days of their youth, as little ones took flight in front of them; defiant teens, out past curfew, knowing full well that Mom and Dad would be worried... but smoking their Marlboros none-the-less; visitors, stopping for a rest, eyes heavy from driving... taking in the fresh air in order to be rejuvenated. Like faded memories, their scent lingered in the air as a he watched his kids experience life. His thoughts were consumed by life; but not just with life, but living... existence... trying hard to fathom that life could actually go on without him. It is a hard concept to grasp, but one that was evident by the ones who had been there before him and the fact that they were no longer there.

Life goes on without you.

As quickly as his thoughts came, they were gone... as they were interupted ...by life.