No particular use in mind at the moment, just something to keep around for when I may need it.
He had attained that age in a man’s life when the hair on arms, legs and chest grows brittle and breaks off while other hairs sprout and flourish mysteriously from nose and ears. The spring in his step no longer a kinetic coil, now more like a well-used Slinky. Still, he retained a clarity and a facility with words—better in fact than he had in middle age. Slower in motion but quicker in mind, an aging equation he found acceptable.