Turning leaves, turning 40

autumn pumpkin

It's the perennial haircut.  I haven't stared in a mirror for this long since the last time I was at the hairdressers.  My reflection glares back, introducing me to fine, and not so fine, lines.  The mirror is gratuitously large, a purveyor of too much information. Outside, the first fallen leaves flap against the window.  … [Read more...]