So the other morning I woke up and when the mirror came into focus Wisdom told me about the day in front of me…
I HAD OLD PEOPLE’S HAIR!!!
It was as if I had dreamt about Moses, having a very bad hair day himself. What did he care? He was already old. Somewhere in the wilderness of covert REM sleep I had loaned him my conductor’s baton and he was trying valiantly to part the Red Sea with it, yet with each flourishing stroke he became more irritable. Every wave that crashed and parted upon the sandy blonde sea shore froze, plastered in time. My time.
Absolutely rotten. Until a friend sent me this video. This, combined with the memory of a picture of Hector Berlioz that used to scare the living daylights out of me (scroll down to last portrait, 1868), brightened my perspective considerably!
Loved the video. You’re not the only one getting gray hair. Nope, nope, nope.
Hey Deb – Breathtaking photo on top, the stream with bridge and trees. Beauty-ful! Had to laugh at this video too. Keep writing: That’s my vote!