A peaceful soul, a contemplative
force of nature, a throwback to a more gentlemanly era, a man
acknowledged for achievements that are not mirrored and will not be
echoed in those spawned of this day and age. The man before me is
wired, alert, alive. Not sleepy and muted as many others of his age
are. The years have caused less damage upon him than others, carving
a graceful impact there. Still he feels motivated to publicly
document the planet, the passion pouring from him, the warm and
gentle tones of a man almost possessed. As he talks, soft waves roll
over us, his responses measured and those measurements of value to
everyone.
The last remnants of his brown hair
have long since been replaced by a polar whiteness to his now
thinning hair, rising upon the moon of his face. As the hairline
crawls, the lines of his face deepen and etch even further stories
therein, he continues to work and to consider how we live our lives
and the impact upon the planet we seem to ill cherish, his ‘trekking
across the globe’ days a thing of the past. Snowy strands parted
from left to right, eyes and mouth connected in smiling, a shared
secrecy that folks want to be let in on, a constant enigma, despite
his endless storytelling. An old-fashioned presence in a modern
world, appreciated, touching how in love he is with words about his
life's passion. Who can compete with this man, before me, for sheer
love of what he has dedicated his days to? A man who has touched many
and will continue to do so, an irreplaceable force, such as lost
rainforests and the creatures that resided therein, the history of
existence. In an age of fake news and characters, and hollow
celebrity, the man my eyes are fixed to echoes past victories, ones
just managing to live on. His jagged eyebrow hairs, the elephantine
lines creeping from around his eyes to the beyondness, the
turtle-like neck as his head rises to the occasion, fresh new
challenges everywhere, no semblance of wearing the damaging impact of
fame.
Stories are swimming across the seas
of his eyes, a blue of curiously aquatic charm. He possesses a golden
curiosity, always wanting to discover more. An ambassador for life, a
knight of the oceans, the forests and jungles, the deserts, the
mountains and the polar landscapes.
His rosy pink cheeks, flecks of
pixels there, and his warm glowing eyes, in which treasured
discoveries live and a craving for the exploration of still more
exists. Ever curious, the serene reflection within reaches far beyond
that of many, as he looks down, as he accepts the adoring public's
words, immune to their charge, the photographers' shots from
different angles raining in on him as they do at times. I find him to
be at ease, a man who fits his shell, who goes about his duties
kindly and gives off a particular aura few, if any, have ever had.
A fire burns within, a peaceful
flame, subtly depicting intention, intelligence, and integrity. It
does not need to burn to the heavens, loudly demanding all eyes and
ears, it calls in an unassuming fashion, brings great soul to events.
Details what is needed and no more. Should we listen, affect change,
reflect a kindness and regard for the earth beyond us, as he is
telling you and I to, is up to us. The most spectacular of forces are
of nature's doing, some preordained spellbinding wonder. The man in
front of me has proven that time and time again. As I regard him once
more, it feels like it all fits, everything works just fine. This is
where we are meant to be, all part of an unfathomable plan. Age is
just a number and what matters is life lived (and how).
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