40

The black squares race by
below the water's surface.
Moving effortlessly with no concept of time.
Reminiscently serene; a blur of sorts.

Skin once golden brown,
nose once freckled and sunburnt.
Now a kaleidoscope of colors,
a narrative of life; weaving stories along the way.

New perspectives.
Halcyon dreams.
Determined to learn
from yesterday's lessons.

Cuarenta...
only
the
beginning.

~ j-boo

Photo by Neal Fowler