i found my first grey hair this week. right there on the top of my head and laying slightly below my bangs. it came, oldness, gracefully announcing its awakening. i remember being a child and my dad resting his head on my lap. with our skin soaking in the heat of the sun on our back porch i’d pluck his grey hair and add a penny to my piggy back for each valuable find. i was going to be rich. i don’t imagine i’ll be the type to dye my hair to disguise oldness’s arrival. it doesn’t bother me as much as it speaks to me. it tells me… life is but a breath, live it well.