“In an age where there is much talk about ‘being yourself,’ I reserve to myself the right to forget about being myself.” Thomas Merton When I look into the mirror I see the perfect mime, moving left or right, mimicing my vanity as I comb thinning hair, check wrinkled skin for new blemish, try figure out who I am; but when I look into your eyes I see long drives, mountain roads rising to clouds, ocean mist washing clean the highest pines as the eastern sky grows bright with morning. Your eyes enfold me. Like the rising sun, your love renews my aging day.