Once upon a time…

In the twilight of my years, I often find solace in the rustle of old maps. I remember a time when my hands were steady, tracing routes across continents. One summer, I ventured to the Grand Canyon, standing in awe of its vastness. It was a testament to nature's patience, carving beauty over eons. Now, as my world shrinks to the confines of my room, those maps remind me of the earth’s grandeur and the journeys that shaped a lifetime. Each crease tells a story, and though my travels have ended, my spirit still wanders.