The Eyes

I'm tired. 

 

Every time I look in the mirror, I see a new wrinkle. Or ten.

 

I've aged ten years in a year.

 

Life.

 

Grocery store encounter, man stops, comes back to where I'm checking my groceries.

 

"Do you know who you look like?"

 

Scary question these days.

 

"No, who?"

 

"Bette Davis, but better."

 

"It's the eyes."

 

"Yes, it is. Have you been told that before?"

 

"More than once."

 

He smiled. I smiled. He was still smiling when I passed him as I left the store. 

 

I almost sang Bette Davis Eyes for him. 

 

I needed a pick me up this evening.

 

I'll pick someone else up with kindness and goodwill. We all need it from time to time.