An era, one era comes to an end, and a new one arrives. Even if it is not the so-called Age of Aquarius of the New Age dreamers. Even if it is not a political upheaval, nor a great transformation of society. At least for me, it becomes clearer with each passing day that the age of my boyhood is drawing to a close. Old relationships are being put in order. Old reflections are being put in order as well. I long for new ways of thinking. I long for new purposes. And still, quietly, I endure and move forward. Yes. I can feel myself becoming an adult. I bid farewell to the younger version of myself, and I do so with a face still bright with innocence.