The grey shirt

So it was my birthday today. It is still, for about an hour and a half. I wore a grey shirt that my mother gave me as a gift last Christmas. So far so good. And then it struck me: with my greying temples, the shirt really made me look much older. My hair looks more grey. So, Memento Mori and all that: I am over the second half of my thirties. Otherwise, it is a lovely shirt.