2024-02-22: it's cold and quiet outside

i don't often miss my 20s, the being-broke part, the fuck-you desire to be right about everything part, but there are parts of it i definitely miss like hell. my long, thick hair. my sub-2:00 half marathon.

grey in my beard: heavy crow's feet: middle age catches up quickly.

it's fine because i'm still here. it's fine because i have a number of friends who aren't. it feels strange and sometimes arbitrary, who makes it, who doesn't.