This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal.

This evening, as we dropped my stepsons home, we drove past an ambulance, pulled up on the hard shoulder of the motorway. Its lights were spinning, glaring, but there was no driver. In my perhaps fatalistic mind, I figured someone was flatlining in the back, and all hands were on deck.

That sounds callous, which is far from how I feel about it, but what other way can you describe such scenes?
It made me consider my own sense of mortality, and how fleeting and brief life really is. It's a common reflection, particularly after having lost a friend or family member, and for as long as humans having been gazing up to the heavens for answers, we've been wondering what lays ahead, after we shuffle off this mortal plane.

I definitely have times when certain sunsets, moments..anything, leaves me unquestioning, and unequivocally decided that there is something. I don't know what, but it's there.
I don't want to get to the end of this and think "Is that all there is?"
                                         

Southsea Castle at sunset July 2010