The old man sat and stared at a 50-year-old portrait of himself. He thought back to that era when he had travelled alone for months, needing only his own thoughts for company and feeling impervious to time. His mind then wandered across the years to the moment he first held his daughter, and later, his granddaughter. My how his desires had changed with time. Youth may be full of the joy of a life yet to be lived, but, in its own way, age can be beautiful too, he thought.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.