I glanced down at my hands today and was taken by surprise at just how very old they appeared, almost as if they belonged to someone else (because even though truthfully I am now past the age of forty, I think that my brain has not actually registered that fact, and still somehow believes that I am in my twenties, or at the very least my thirties). It was rather alarming and unpleasant, and made me wonder how half my life had managed to flash by so quickly… how I had blinked and suddenly found myself with middle aged hands.
100 Words, 07/28/2008
