The beard came back for a couple of weeks. The look, intentionally lost two years ago, set aside to remind, with each look in the mirror, of a new direction. Even those who cultivate their looks the least still cultivate a bit. So I find it OK to say that it came back looking gray and posed for me as too old, too soon. I decided to let it go again and trade the waft of fuzz for the daily scrape of razor.
Before I shaved it on down, I meant to take a selfie that day, maybe at the park in the golden light. But I forgot until that night, so shot in the near dark at band practice. The band, by the way, was sounding great. But a wise man once told me… “It’s not how you SOUND, it’s how you LOOK.”