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)