Hope in the Midst of it All

The ravages of time, I suppose.  Strange, but almost one year ago to the day, I blipped this same barn and commented on what I imagined its history might have been. Here Today I stopped in my tracks when I saw the progression of decay.  There's no stopping it.  I feel it in my bones, too.  What can I do when science tells me I'll be nothing but dust one day?  Well, I sure as hell can't let that bother me.  There are too many adventures and too much love to be found in this world for me to worry endlessly about all of the destruction and decay.  Onward!