h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I have found that there are some nice people here. Very understanding and patient. I feel that I will like this place a lot. So far from my looking around everyone seems upbeat and cheerful. They are leaving the regular life behind or are just very content? I feel that in comparing myself I am seeming morose in nature. I don't feel morose. I observe what others say here and they present satisfied life. I am not too unsatisfied. I used to be very content and in harmony with my place. Now I am changing but it is slow and I don't notice until the change is made. Like seeing the same coyote family two years ago, over time the pups are weaned and are playing further from the mothers eye. They are larger and then mother one day hunts with them. They are much larger now. One day they are grown and go away. It feels like they were still pups only a few days before. I know that it was a slow and steady thing but it is not recognised by me until suddenly then I feel a kind of smile at them and their place. I sometimes feel the same when I watch my grandchildren play. Suddenly they are speaking and I feel a smile, then they are making pictures for me, then they will want to know all about things when we walk in the forest. My oldest grandson is my treasure. He and I have walked together one another alone in the woods since he was two. We used to hold hands and I felt content. He wanted to hear the story and know how it was to be seen in the tracks and sign on the trail. "Feild mouse scurried across this place later fox came along too. Fox hadn't noticed Mouse until comming to this place then Fox began to follow. Mouse was unaware. Fox may not even care about mouse since he was dragging something with him. Maybe this is always his path. We cannot tell yet. To see what happened we need to follow the trail". That is how I told the trail stories. My chidren call the stories "Possum tails". Last Fall we saw an otter playing in the water. My grandson was amused. I was also amused. When I was a young man I would not have been amused but would have watched to learn his ways. We watched for a long time. No story. The story would break the harmony of the moment. When my other grandchildren are grown enough I hope that they too will be interested in the good worlds around them and learn their way through them. They all live in cities now and I do not know if they will care. I have strayed from the path I began. I wanted to talk of the people here. So it always is. Perhaps I am becoming to relaxed and comfortable here. I must remember that others may read what is put here and may not like to follow rabbit trails.