Fortress

I glance at my reflection in the mirror while cleaning up in the bathroom.

The tired lines are tightening instead of sagging (yay!), but my gaze and set of jaw are formidable.

Testing, I allow a quirk of mirth to surface – and see my youth instantly arise, playfully.

It becomes apparent why sometimes people read me incorrectly.

They cannot see my receptivity, unless I want them to.