How Old Are You?

Age settles on her like a cloak of fine silk, unnoticed and smooth.  She is aware of its presence in subtle ways; a line, a spot and in the lingering absence of the one gone before.  Years have past as the water of her life rushes over the falls collecting speed with each passing year and like some invisible dam she tries to hold back the reality of the numbers that continually creep up towards decades of experience. There is no weight to the age she carries but rather a gentle comfort and silent acceptance of the quiet imposed by a life worn well.