It's late summer. The dry, short grass crunches under our feet as the gentle breeze reminds us of exactly what time of year it is. Playing Frisbee with my daughter on these late afternoons reminds me of the times I used to throw the disk back and forth with my own father. How times change and morph into alternative memories and realities. Perhaps she will someday have memories of throwing the Frisbee to me on a predusk evening. Maybe she will at least have some brief, fond recollections of me some day far from now. The future is uncertain at best. I don't know how many more days I will have like this. My world could end and come crashing down at any moment. I walk precariously on the edge of having a good life, and having no life at all. How this all turns out will be determined within a blink of an eye...