This morning when I looked in the mirror, 

There was something different about me. 

I leaned in closer to inspect - 

And noticed an opalescent shimmer in my hair.

One thin white line among thousands of brown ones.

I gasped, “How beautiful.”

I searched through strands to be sure,

And found it - almost translucent in its thinness.

I plucked it just to hold it in my hand. 

As I inspect it from different angles, 

It plays with light like a crystal. 

I wrap it around my fingers,

A strand of time itself. 

How mystical it is to grow older, How glorious.