silver

suddenly I had a glimpse of an uncle living on the 6th storey. His hair was all silver.

growing old with time and how amazing the human body fades away into the essence of life.

toiling through the pains of age, the mind, the body, the facets of multiple journeys.

many events, good and bad, many events although unfazed, memories etched faint and/or stanched.

I believe everyone should make the best of their days, for when we've gone we'll sail with the wind.