A Woman Young and Old
or
Shopping Thoughts

His curious eyes rested long upon her face and on her hair: and, as he thought of what she must have been then, in that time of her first girlish beauty, a strange, friendly pity for her entered his soul. He did not like to say even to himself that her face was no longer beautiful, but he knew that it was no longer the face for which Michael Furey had braved death.

Walked around the mall yesterday. Saw all these beautiful young girls and felt like yelling "Seize the day!" at them. I am 44 and invisible, which has its virtues too, of course. But it would be fun to look nice in gauze and spandex.