It's all about perception. I was walking along the creek path on Sunday night, and an elderly couple came riding down the path. It occurred to me that they were riding rather slowly, and I was almost keeping up with them. It made me wonder about getting old, and becoming less active. I got to thinking about human mortality, and how transient life can be. At this point the woman came screaming down the hill in front of me. She came flying past me with a huge grin on her face peddling away like mad, and went tearing down the path.