Age

From the first breath to the last is age. Measured by years it is the only defining marker other than a given name.

It happens at the regular pace but toward the end it seems to have been fleeting moments.

Suddenly the clothing stores do not stock your size or your playlist only include groups that are on 50-year anniversary tours. Taking a poop is the highlight of the day and naps are necessary.

Cold is colder and hot is unbearable. Nothing is in a hurry.

Books and television are becoming boring and those you had interesting conversations with are disappearing.

Yet every year a date will appear on the calendar to celebrate another passing.

Every morning opening your eyes is another day of adventure.

Appreciate it.