Constellations Of The Mind

When Will I Die

I wonder when I will die.

Will it be a late afternoon in the crisp November air?

Maybe, it will be mid January.

Or, maybe, I will depart just as spring ends and summer begins to blossom.

But, there's really no benefit in thinking of these sorts of things, is there?

You don't get to choose, after all.

But I do wonder what I would choose if given the chance.

What about you?