The staircase is spiral.

It always was.

When I was young,

sheer momentum propelled me higher,

or lower.

At times I couldn’t make out the difference.

With age,

the momentum is slow

and steady.

Age has a way of pausing you

mid-step,

for a breath,

for a moment to hold still.

Look below—

is there anything you want to go back for?

Look above—

are you sure you want to go higher?

Perhaps rest for a while.

Explore a bit, and enjoy the view.

Take in how far you’ve come.