My best friends are snot-nosed sixes, and sixties who look centenarian. My age-kin simply lack the balance of enthusiasm and patience it takes to tolerate an interloper like me.
Even when we look good, we do not necessarily look right.
Exoticism and boredom.
Solitude and privacy.
Cute and cruel – They are often hard to tell apart.
My shoes…
…have been through a lot.