It’s early, 9 a.m., and my lovely bride has departed to visit an old friend, leaving me here alone with my body, which is long and lean, for the most part.
Moments earlier, in the dressing room, I stood exposed before a full-length mirror, looking at myself at almost 68.
It could be worse.
I can clearly spot my feet, which is more than many can say in this deep-fried world. For ideal naked viewing before a full mirror you want the proper light. Avoid fluorescent, which will drop you into despair. And candlight is a delusion.
Good, honest ambient is ideal. Toss back the curtains.
Look at it. It’s been with you every blessed moment. You’ve never been alone. It’s been there through every pain and joy, every horror and ecstasy, the constant companion, the faithful friend who never goes away.
The meat and bone that move your head and heart around.