The World Is Turning

"....and I hope it don't turn away....". Kids search for signal around camp, handheld out and pointing skyward, heads down while I search the clouds for new weather. They flip their lids when they see one bar and I hope I don't lose my legs. I'm one of the older folks, ripened at 28, and I just added $20 to my cellphone for my voyage back to our gravel pit campsite. Even I wonder if there'll be coverage. One thing I know for sure: I ain't gotta call Her collect.