Old technology becoming obsolete is natural.

A person aging graciously as well.

And rare.

When the world feels abstract,

And understanding hard to come by,

I try to relax,...

Floating and resting,

With cool droplets,

All around....

Strolling around town,

People milling about,

But he’s oblivious to it all,...

Tall.

Erect.

Unbending....

Fly my friend, fly.

It’s your time.

The beginning of a new moment, ...

Thank you for holding on.

Surviving this long.

It’s almost spring, and...

Barren,

Stark,

Hard....

Reflections,

Like fantasies,

Tend to distort....

Which way shall we go?

Left.

But there’s no arrow that way....

Beautiful,

Brittle,

Dried....

What do you think’s on the other side?

The ocean.

What if it’s the desert? ...

An old cave?

The inside of a dormant volcano?

Or childhood memories etched in stone? ...

Caged in,

Looking at the world,

Wondering why. ...

You look pale.

I’m just a little cold.

Hang in there, spring is coming....

The charm of an old city…

History,

Stories,..

Tree: Thank you for keeping me warm.

Moss: I’ve only covered a small part of you.

Tree: You may be small, but you helped....

To sip in silence,

Without haste,

Sensing your fingertips,...

Old,

Crumbling,

Yet charming...