Coming back from the market on Saturday, I took a different route home.
It was a gorgeous, sunny day and even though it was still quite chilly, I felt in the mood for a long, quiet walk.
Halfway through my trajectory, I met this lovely lady.
She smiled at me as I got closer.
Her captivating smile made me stop and ask if I could take her picture.
She politely accepted and I told her she didn’t have to interrupt her walk.
I smiled as I saw her fashionable attire.
All the way from her beret to her trendy booties, this little lady exuded class.
This encounter served to remind me that beauty has no age.
We can be beautiful at eight and we can be just as beautiful at eighty.
Is it a different kind of beauty?
Yes, I believe that it is.
While youth may give us the beauty of vitality, energy, and exuberance, I believe age offers us the beauty of experience, wisdom, and knowledge.
But it’s beauty nonetheless.
What do you think, ladies?