Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.- George MacDonald
There is a beauty in youth.
And there is a beauty in old age (picture via the Sartorialist).
Of course it helps if you are Joan Burstein.
But that beauty is also in everyday folk. As seen in this picture of my aunt's mother. I never come away without being touched by her kindness, the gentle beauty of her face.
Somewhere in between there is middle age which is rarely lovely. Youth is lost and the husk is yet to burst open. But there is the promise of it and that is enough.
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