I know now
For sure
That I am middle-aged
Because this morning as I walked my dog around the campground loop
I saw a teenaged girl bringing her towel to the clothesline
And then, she let the wind hold it with her
And gently tug it in her hands
She stood idly for a few moments watching its shadow shift on the gravel
No hurry no haste
And I thought
Wow, that is just so wholesome
And I wished I could stay there in that moment with her
But instead I walked on as it I hadn’t just witnessed something precious