Deep lines furrow her dusky forehead and cradle her circled eyes. Her dimples have company; dark ravines making their way from her sun-spotted nose to her chin.
Mirrors scare her: with every glance another grey. Mirrors reveal how little she has accomplished.
Not today.
Today, her worn forehead and tired eyes are the long work hours that have brought her joy and success. Her sunspots are those carefree beach days. Her wrinkly cheeks are the laughter and tears of the building and breakdown of relationships. Her face is a reflection of her wonderful life.
Smiling, she snaps the compact shut.
Project Andromeda 