Observations About Life: It still requires a few blinks to get used to the elderly man I see in the mirror.  There are only whispers of hair where massive amounts once lived, changed at intervals from left to right or brushed straight back.  Dull gray has spread through the beard like lava oozing from a dormant volcano.  Dark circles ring the eyes, still full of curiosity and sensitivity.

Pain camps permanently in shoulder muscles pinched tight by side sleeping every night, the only position that works.  Sinuses throb until they have my full attention, breaking my concentration, pulling me out of my writing, sending me to the medicine cabinet or back to the pharmacy.  What is happening to me?

I am getting older, or I should say, my body is getting older.  This is strange because on the inside I feel like the same person.  Inside, I believe I can…