Still standing (Pt. 1)

Today, I'll honor an old one. It (he?) fuels me since I've known him. Been there for ages, will be for ages more...

When I'm down and depressed, when music isn't right or I don't know where I'm going, I think about this wonderful place where he stands, guarding the horizon, first sentry of the forest, at the opening of this trail wandering off our house, to no conceivable end.

Waiting for me and my dearest ones to come.

Again.