Is a writer and computer consultant, managing large-scale database implementations. Morning, it seems, is when older adults and families with young children make their primordial return to the sea. Later in the day, teen-agers and young adults will appear, and heads will turn. I say to myself, as elderly men walk shirtless along the beach, not worried, it seems, by revealing how far years and genes have taken them.
Youth is beauty, and beauty is youth.
I am aware, of course, that my own lithe days are past. Middle age seems to be that season when one is just a diet away from regaining the form of youth, but one also gauges the likelihood that sag will prevail and discovers that sag isn't such a big deal after all. Middle age is an odd season, both traumatic and peaceful at the same time. Back home, where everything is commerce and career, middle age seems defined by one's remaining chances to attain wealth and security. The physical reality underlying age is manifest.