Three years ago (or was it two?) when I started a different position at work, I marked my newly found freedom by growing a beard.
It may be with me for the rest of my life.
I'm afraid now of what might be revealed should I shave it off.
Afraid of discovering senior years related advancing facial transformation and erosion .... saggy, loose skin, lines, age spots, etc.
I used to think that I looked younger than my chronological age.
But I saw things starting to change ..... reacted with the beard .... and who knows now, what lies beneath.
I'm afraid of the possibilities.
And it was at this point in the 'Bearded Man Chronicles' where I dropped everything to go look at the setting sun. The smoke in the air from Oregon wildfires enhances the appearance of the sun. My camera cannot capture the scene accurately.
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