The Gifts of Age
I've been told that once the deafening roar of the libido subsides, somewhere close to the age I am now, it is replaced with a more diffuse sensuality that connects us to the whole world in a sort of love affair.
A kind of luminosity occurs, as we fall in love with a dog, a sunset, the beauty of a lake or a garden, a baby just behind us in line at the market, a perfect ripe peach, the taste of coffee in the morning.
If we are open to it, the world opens to us.
I know the house always wins, and that, in the end, we lose everything. But, as the shadows lengthen I get to enjoy the ride in a way that would have been impossible earlier. That is one of the saddest things about young death. They never get to experience this....