I looked in the mirror this week and saw a curly-haired woman 30 years my senior who told me over her coffee about Surrender—and asked for psychological counseling for her dog.

I saw a blog composed by a rock climber 30 years my junior:
http://www.itide.blogspot.com/

I saw a rat, I saw a fly with complex eyes.

I wear the shoe where the rat rested. I polish my glasses, binoculars, mirror and camera lense and stand on my head.

Some weeks we dodge the mirror, some weeks we honor it.