A Quest for the Fountain of Truth
I am of the melting age. The sliding years. The slipping times.
I am of the age where the skin on my face is beginning to sag and fold, my waist is thickening as my skin is thinning, and I know I need to move slowly and warm up before moving quickly.
The under years — those years when the targeted ads turn my attention to creams and garments meant to lift that which is falling.