I went for a run yesterday reaching an incline I make a habit of running up, then turn and run down to build up my endurance.  As I got to the top I noticed a young girl with her boy friend scaling hills of top soil built up by bulldozers.  She was of the age when girls will still clamber up a mound of dirt for the pure sake of it.  As I ran back down leaving her, I was overtaken by the feeling that all the young girls of the world were now behind me.  Don’t speak to me of mid life crisis.  At twenty two I knew an identical feeling only then what hovered formless and cloaked, now with talons perches sharp and defined.