Old loves are like young bodies.

They are strong.
Each day, lifting their burdens, they grow more substantial, tougher, and more capable.

They are flexible.
They can stretch and bend to extremes as needed to make it through the world.

They are radiant.
They need no makeup, no coverings, no tricks of light for others to see their beauty.

They are resilient.
They can withstand much pain yet wake up the next morning yelling, “Yes! Again! Again!”

They are mortal.
They believe they can live forever, but can be wiped out in an instant if care is not taken.

(I took the above photo on Vigeland’s bridge)