That Face in the Mirror
Rubbing my head and wiping my eyes as I stand before the morning mirror is always depressing. Another day older and something I meant to do yesterday I realize I forgot. Not an earth-shattering thing but now it is an item on today’s list that I did not need. But this morning is frighteningly different. The list? Yes, that is the same, add one from yesterday to the equation. The difference this morning is me, or who I thought should be me. The second wipe of my eyes and it is