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Age is relative...
May. 3rd, 2019 12:41 amJames Taylor was just on Colbert. He sang Carolina on My Mind.
I shouldn’t have looked up. I was luxuriating in the dulcet tones of his voice, thinking of the handsome, bearded young man I used to look at dreamily, when I was a college freshman. Lean and lanky, tall and handsome, long dark hair parted in the middle, & a mellow voice I could bathe in. That was the image dancing in my middle-aged head.
I glanced up to see an old man, seated with a guitar, a drivers cap covering what’s left of that once glorious mane, long ago turned white.
Yeah, I’ve seen the man many times in recent years. I know what he looks like today. His talent has endured, but youth, as for all of us with time, has faded. The man is now 72.
I’m no longer that college kid either. My hair is starting to turn (& starting to bail). When I look at the man I partnered with, aged now into sexy daddyhood, no longer the young guy that first bedded me in our 20s, cocky bravado has long given way to skilled confidence and loving adeptness.
Still it’s jarring to be off in a daydream down on memory lane, and suddenly get a startling dose of reality.
I shouldn’t have looked up. I was luxuriating in the dulcet tones of his voice, thinking of the handsome, bearded young man I used to look at dreamily, when I was a college freshman. Lean and lanky, tall and handsome, long dark hair parted in the middle, & a mellow voice I could bathe in. That was the image dancing in my middle-aged head.
I glanced up to see an old man, seated with a guitar, a drivers cap covering what’s left of that once glorious mane, long ago turned white.
Yeah, I’ve seen the man many times in recent years. I know what he looks like today. His talent has endured, but youth, as for all of us with time, has faded. The man is now 72.
I’m no longer that college kid either. My hair is starting to turn (& starting to bail). When I look at the man I partnered with, aged now into sexy daddyhood, no longer the young guy that first bedded me in our 20s, cocky bravado has long given way to skilled confidence and loving adeptness.
Still it’s jarring to be off in a daydream down on memory lane, and suddenly get a startling dose of reality.
