A couple of years ago – I think it might have been around the time I turned sixty – I was talking with my teacher, and I said to him, “I know I’m getting older, but I haven’t been at it long enough for it to scar, just yet.”

And he laughed.

And he looked at me.

And he said, “It will.”

I’m not sure what I’d find if I looked for them in the mirror, but something tells me that a couple of those old wounds I’ve been carrying are finally starting to scar…