This Day This Day She runs a comb through her still thick, mostly-gray hair.
Today is the day.
How long has she been doing this. The decades blur as she tries to look back at them. She shakes her head and smiles as she looks through her keepsake box for the hair clip she always wares on this day. A simple three inch wide, one inch high hematite bar with three platinum jewels set on it, a large one in the middle and a smaller one on either side of the large one. She pulls her masses of hair up on top of her head and clips the bar in place.