Some say we chose our birth time. We chose to be upon this earth at this time. I will confess, there have been times my response to that pondering has been a resounding, “Seriously? What were you thinking!” And then the Whisper guides my eyes towards the rocks. A dragon’s claw playing peek-a-boo. A shiver. A smile. A new response, “And little one, who wouldn’t choose seven decades of such awe.”