A Wrinkle in Time

I woke up one morning recently, went in the bathroom, looked at my face in the mirror and saw a different person. Yesterday that wrinkle(s) wasn't there. It reminds me when I turned 30 years old, looked in the rear view mirror of my car and saw my first wrinkle. I can't even remember where it was on my face, if it even existed outside my imagination. When I turned 50, I laughed at my wrinkle scare 20 years earlier and I learned something. No matter how old you get, that new wrinkle made your other wrinkles something you shouldn't even have worried about. I will only begin to grow older when they are ruts on my face. And even then, each new rut will make the last one not such a big deal.