...look at your hands and wonder when did they get so old? I was busy typing away today when the light hit my hands just right. They don't look like the rest of me. The rest of me looks younger than my age..other than my increasing gray hair (hooray for hair color). They look tired and wrinkly. Lots of little sections and segments cross my hands. They have gotten me where I am now and where I am headed. So maybe they aren't old...just experienced.
