Just somebody that I used to know

It’s amazing sometimes to think of all the years of service that legs have provided: toddling, running; jumping and falling. To get to the beginning and; at times, to the very brink.

Years later, to spring down an abseiling face or lead a ‘right, cross, right, clap’ dance move or to stand, balanced, guiding a boat toward a wharf in a swell.

They have always been part of the picture but; of late, no longer the same.

Sometimes; despite the pain of loss, it is time to move on.