A scary moment

I had a scary moment earlier. It was a moment I knew I’d have to face eventually – one that all my siblings faced at a younger age than I am currently – but I hoped it would happen later rather than sooner. That moment of looking in the mirror and suddenly spotting that first grey or white hair. There it was, clearly visible right at the front. I pulled at it – and the white stuff came off on my hand, revealing the “white” hair to be nothing more than just a coating of gloss paint. Phew. Moment postponed for another day.