Fuzzy swirling swathes of colourful visions funnel burrows in the ground beneath his feet, as he sways to the mini-earthquake like tremors in the soil. He squints at the mounds before him, which seem to be a monstrosity in comparison to his nimble frame; too big to climb and too small to be concerned about. Yet, he tiptoes around the roaming bright colours to approach his darkened shimmering familiar destination, which seems like an achievement today. Basking in sun rays, he vaguely makes out his familiar resting-place and the object of his desire in the distance. Glistening and reflecting sun beams, he steadies his feet to begin the tiresome slow journey towards the beacon of a reflective shining light source; his goal amidst a haze of light forms – it’s all a blur to him.
What feels like a hundred withering paces later, his shakes scoop up his glasses from the garden dark chestnut table as his colourfully attired young grand-children clamour around his feet.