The Transition

 Noise from screaming youngsters will cease, the tropical climate will give way to the desert.  Paths through jungle like terrian will be replaced with cactus and prickly plants.  The swarm of city life will be replaced with the solitude of the mountains. The plane will take us from people infected with acute prosperity and Trump to people living on the edge with brains infested with Trump.  Days by the pool will be replaced with days by the lake in the little Rusty 1 sailboat.  Evening drinks with be with the seniors in the campground. Youth will all but disappear from the game.  Evie, Sylvie, and little Quinn will go about growing up while granny and gramps get back to the trail work. The clock will tick and life will go on.