58. It's not a very large number.
It costs more, in $, to fill the car up with fuel, and quite a bit more for a typical weekly trip to the grocery store, or for restocking pet supplies. It is just a little more than the number of weeks in a single year, and less than the number of days in two months.
I remember when $58 was more than enough to buy almost any single item of clothing I was interested in, but now it's easy to spend that on a basic pair of pants or a shirt.
But as an age, it seems like a bigger number. Perhaps that's because it's approaching the age when people think about retiring, or because it's well into the age range that people think of as "grandparent land," and of course, grandparents must be old. Or because it's well past the midpoint of what anyone could expect to be their numbered years on earth.
Having turned 58 today, it doesn't seem like a very big number at all. And it doesn't seem all that important, because I realize that my life is lived from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. If I get to enjoy more minutes, hours, and days, the years will pass as they do, until they don't.
In the meantime, I just want to enjoy the experience.
I have another fox sighting to report. Today's was before dawn, about a block from my previous evening sighting. This time the fox was a shadow streaking across the street at full speed about half a block ahead. If I hadn't been looking in that direction in that instant, I never would have known it was there.
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