60 Something Mag -

The knee that aches before it rains. The reading glasses scattered like landmines across every room. The list of medications that sounds like a law firm. The night sweats that are no longer metaphorical.

There comes a morning in your early sixties—usually a Tuesday, for some reason—when you realize you’ve become the archivist of your own ghost story. 60 something mag

Because what is left—when the unraveling is finished—is not a smaller life. It is a true one. The knee that aches before it rains