InDubioProRubio

On that last day of summer, our only, beloved child embarked on the project, to climb the highest tree on the grounds. It had planned for it, all summer long and we optimistically cheered it on, hypnotized by the prospect of more shoken loose low hanging fruits. And as we watched, branch by branch, tool by tool,from below, the dejavu came back to us. We have been here before, all of life below this one, doomed project, this endless summers end. Our only hope to stay unaltered as a species, is what gets all intelligence into the wheel chair eventually. Some triumphant laughter, one victory yell later and within one panicy telepathic moment we regained all knowledge about fall. But its to late, the final thin, branch gives, one last scream of desperation, the soaring of air, leaves swishing by, it all goes by so fast and yet so slow. All we can do now, is manage the downfall, towards the hard rocks beneath. Twist that way, throw branches together, to slow down, take that trade off injury instead of certain ...