Rolling down the hill; playing in the grass again. The future becomes the past like a strangler of the night. My fight comes and goes, I'm no longer young. My storage of strength seems to have came and went. And then like heaven sent, this woman shows up at my door. Nowhere to go, lonely like so many before. But unlike the others, within an hour, she says, "Let's ****; let me **** on it." And full disclosure, I'm afraid. My younger self would have went at it like a Tom cat. I said, "slow down, I don't even know your name." She says, It's Jenny are we going to **** or what?"