Crisp, my aged companion, was feeling a bit the worse for wear after a long day hiking the countryside and stopping to admire yet another ancient ruin.
We were looking at the collapsed footings at the side of the Church of Righteous Love and Devotion when she said:
“I know how these steps must feel, sometimes it just gets all too much, and you want to give up, sit down, let everything go around you and thumb your nose at the world and say, its all come to this.”
“That’s a bit pessimistic,” I replied glad to take the weight off my legs as well.
“It’s like you’ve served your purpose in life, and you come to the realisation you’ve not much more to give so feel yourself breaking down, bit by bit.”
“Good thing there’s still some spark left in you,” I added.
She took some strength from that comment for she added: “There are times when I realise you do serve some purpose. Help me up and lets get on.”