If the cold stone steps could speak they would tell a tale of generations past; of family; of love; of loss and of time that slips by in the blink of an eye. Worn by so many feet, endless journeys up and down making their way through life one step at a time.
Sometimes skipped, hastily ran and often laboured they endure season after season as the world grew, changed shape, died and was renewed.
Children become adults and pass into nothing and they remain as the sun comes and goes – even more slowly – marking the passing of time and warming their slowly worn surface as it passes across the sky until again the laughter of childhood returns.
Time is unkind and cruel, passing so quickly for man but for those things more permanent it brings a sadness of things long lost and the hope of joy still to come.
Photo courtesy of J.S. Brand

Wonderful story! …If the cold stones could speak… Such a thought provoking piece! I believe you have participated in this challenge before but in case you haven’t, I would like to welcome you to the FFfAW challenge! We are happy you have joined us. 🙂
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I have yeah thanks i have enjoyed them…
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That’s great! Happy to have you back!
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The steps do represent the passing of time and history, well done enjoyed your response.
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Thanks appreciate the feed back
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Lovely take on the prompt Michael.
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Very kind of you to say thanks
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A nice take on the tragedy of immortality, that you live to watch everyone else grow up and grown old and love and die, one after another, while you stand still. Especially if you’re a rock, I suppose. Poignant piece.
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Lovely perspective. If stones could talk they would have a lot to say.
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Thank you for taking time to read it
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