Hearts explore beyond their container.
Calliope looks at Thalia… “Looks like something… a child might paint,” then swivels her gaze toward Urania, “or… an old lady.”
“Funny,” Nia and Tal say in unison.
“Jihhhhhnks!” Thalia calls.
Nia tries to hold a poker face as mirth pulls on the corners of her smile. “Would you grow up?!”
Beautiful young people are works of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
~Unknown
When I get old, they’re never going to say, “What a sweet old lady.”
They are going to say, “What on earth is that crazy old woman up to now!”
~Unknown
A note from LoveLetterist:
Winter
pulls
moisture
from my skin
like a towel
takes care of a spill.
Age spots
demand
real estate
on
my face
and
hands.
So be it.
Years
have guided us
to our
spirit within
and
we can
now be
bold
and
audacious.
What is this crazy old man up to today? Thanks!