Hey Kids,

Time leaves marks but we don’t seem to notice. We think we’re the same today as we were yesterday but when those yesterdays blur into yesteryears, we are shocked by the differences we see.

I found a marking on a tree while hiking. Other than the date left, 1945, I would have never been able to venture a guess at the age of it. And I would have never guessed 70 years. I wouldn’t have guessed the tree was that old. Shows how much I know.

I wonder if the authors are still around. Do they remember leaving it?

I’m not one who openly supports graffiti but in this case, I’m glad it happened.

And I wonder, what, if anything, will be left of me and my mark in 70 years?

Day 58