Old man squints into the mirror. Failing eyes don’t help his overall view of himself. He sees the receding hairline, remembers the summers of his youth when his hair was his shining glory. The times he and his love drove to the mountains, made love beside the waterfall, frolicked in the deep cool waters below the gushing stream plunging down upon them. His once smooth face is now rubbery and gristled etched with the stories of his past. He passes a hand across his brow sees his life in slow decline, loves lost, alone and a life wrapped in memory. His twilight is approaching he knows but inside he wishes for one last chance, an opportunity to love again. He splashes on his aftershave remembering his daughter’s words: “Dad you need all the help you can get.”
He smiles hitching his pants, “There’s life left in you yet,” he thinks as outside the autumn winds herald the coming winter. One last look and his mind thinks of the springtime warmth stirring within him.
visible age lines
winter chill or spring time warm