Photo by Raimond Klavins on UnsplashLast night I woke up with a start. A nightmare. Lately, thankfully, it rarely happens. I had fallen asleep with a work-related worry, and the subconscious did its job. When you wake up like that, the mind wanders down incredibly winding roads. And I thought about how the years pass, and that I have probably lived more years than I have left. Or, in any case, that it certainly won't be a descent, but a climb - growing old will complicate things, not simplify...
