Springtime is back in Providence, and – I don’t know – it
never cheers me up. When spring comes, I almost always feel tired and
lethargic. There’s a feeling of: Here we go again. And a feeling of: How many
times do we have to do this?
Anyway, I have been a little fatigued lately, and it has
affected my usual good looks. I took a glance into the mirror at the office the
other day, and I gasped: I looked awful.
My graying hair was standing up in all directions, and my complexion was pale,
and I was hunched over like an invalid. My god, I thought. I’m Old Man Winter.
It’s awful, because I know inside that my spirit is still young. And then I look into the mirror
and see a crouching horrible gargoyle looking back at me.
I just passed the age of fifty-five last year, and it made
me thoughtful. Partner and I still have a few years together, I hope, before my
bones begin to crumble into sawdust, or before the next asteroid hits.
We will stumble on together for a while, at least, in
happiness. Every day together is a blessing.
I only hope Partner can endure seeing the face of Old Man Winter
first thing every morning for a few years more.
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