One of the students at my taekwondo school needed a ride home. I never want something as basic as transportation to prohibit participation. So, I find myself driving down old Filbert Road after dark.
I’ve driven this road countless times. It’s a part of the area that, on the surface, doesn’t look much different. But I see through the trees. There are many lights where, once, there were none.
Filbert is long and narrow, and quite dark. I remembered many dark drives over the years. Yet the twinkling of progress lurks nearby. For the good, and the bad, this duality of life.
There are times I miss the old, but I delight in the new too much to be put out. Life’s too short for misery