The beauty of old age…
So vulnerable and so beautiful. Walking slowly just like a snail. Shuffling one foot and then the next. The beauty is seen all over again. Once acrobatic, once really fast, now the age has kicked in it’s all in the past. But the wisdom remains, it can be seen in the eyes. The eyes tell the story of the great divide.
… The beauty of the old cannot be told, it can only be felt through the heart of one’s soul.