August 16th, 2011 → 6:45 am @ Lea // No Comments
“Nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence.” – Sonnet XII
I woke up this morning and saw in the mirror as I washed my face two deep lines running along the sides of my mouth. Smile lines, or frown lines or what have you. It made me pause and realize that I am aging; that I may be heading down the other half of the hill at this point. Ach, it gives me a shiver to think about!