Issue 52 - The Perfect Trot
I felt cold, all emotion or thought stilled.This didn’t happen to people like me. But there was no denying the symptoms that had led me to call out the doctor in the first place, and he could not have been plainer in the way he spelled out the diagnosis and options. I felt suddenly small, and very much mortal.
Of course, we all know that this journey of life is not forever, or at least not in this incarnation. However, there is a gulf between knowing something inside the comfort of one’s own head and staring into the open maw of its reality. Mortality is like that.
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