It all goes so fast…
“…inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.” Terry Pratchett, the author of over fifty best selling books.
I am trying to figure out how I lost all that melanin in my once black hair. Where did a a set of numerous tennis serves go now that each one creates a micro-quake in the muscles of my back? Is there a contest between my two upper eyelids to see which one can droop the furthest? That one gets ever harder to follow.
I am still that 29 year old in what is left of my mind. It’s just this new guy I awaken to in the morning who I notice in the mirror.