I was thinking about the concept of aging. It's subtle; tends to sneak up on us and if it weren't for mirrors, most of us would take little notice of our changing bodies.
But some days, Mother Nature, with her wicked side, likes to shout it out. “You're old,” she says, her voice with a cruel attitude, like she got up on the wrong side of the bed and wants to ruin someone's day before her morning coffee.
Today was one of those days for me.