Self reflections

She hears him calling out to her. The woman in the mirror looks familiar yet different. The roots in her hair show more grey then she cares for. Deep lines run from the side of her nose to the corners of her mouth. The fire in her eyes is missing. Tired, she looks tired. This is one of those days that she wishes she could just curl up on the couch and disappear in the book she happens to read . Days like today remind her that she left her youth behind. Her body starts to ache. A dull pain that penetrates her bones. Looking back, there are no regrets. Nothing she would do different. Well…maybe she would have had more children. The one thing she knew she excelled in, raising children. She lived her life with a passion that was all consuming. Now, at this age, not a day goes by that she doesn’t have a moment of self reflection. Enjoying the little things become important. A song that brings back memories, an unexpected letter or just the warmth of the sun on her face.
Turning away from the mirror she answers the man downstairs. The light in her eyes slowly returned.

Sitting down to write a blog, my mind started to wander and I wrote this text. I have no idea if this is going to develop into a story or if this is just the one of.
Sometimes I just surprise myself.