Last night our Book Group met.
Reading books reminds me of my mortality in that part of my enjoyment of a book is the feeling that if I like it, or don't fully understand it, I can read it again. And if it stimulates an interest in something I haven't discovered before, or sets me thinking in a new way, I have time to pursue it further.
I can remember when such future opportunities seemed endless. The growing awareness that they are not robs me of an innocent pleasure.