When you wake up in the morning you reiterate your existence saying aloud “Alive and kicking!” .When you are old and seventy, you say “alive and kicking (against the sleeping quilt)” .
In the morning walk you are blinded by the brilliant morning sun in the tall grass waving in the breeze .You say “alive and blinking”.
The grass re-asserts your existence as the sun continues to shine warmly on your skin. In the distance the hillocks sit pretty against the blue sky waiting for the golden sunshine to cover their flanks.
The continual re-assertion of your existence by saying it aloud has a downside. Instead of the long time frame one sets for oneself in younger days, the time horizon is now just one day –between today’s dawn and tomorrow’s, now, so uncomfortably close. You want to be alive and blinking- at the far horizon where the hillocks sit pretty waiting for the sun’s golden rays to cover their flanks.