Late Full Moon

Growing old is an art itself. How difficult is it to cast off the habits and perceptions of a lifetime to keep up with the demands of a new age. Is this new age is everything permitted? Can every threshold be closed? Do the human and ethical values of the individual mean anything? The full moon is as big as an orange. Clouds fleet across its face. People disappear into the distance, suffering and wandering, looking for themselves and the truth about their lives