I had a brief conversation with a friend about realizing and observing the aging process. Coincidentally, my uncle sent the above photo (and a few others) to my mom from a trip we took to his house in Colorado 15-17ish years ago. My friend and I agreed that it is easiest to detect aging in people when there is a high level of disconnect — a mix of distance, few photographs and few visits — that dramatizes what are really gradual changes. This is nothing new, but it made me look for changes in myself. I almost feel that I look more like the Sarah from that long-ago trip than the Sarah from a few years back. Maybe it's the fringe, or maybe the earliest versions of youth and childhood somehow stick with us.
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