The other day, I was looking at my face in a bathroom mirror while at a friend’s house. Just an ordinary bathroom mirror, maybe it had better lighting than mine, maybe not. Anyway, as I was washing my hands — not scrutinizing, not even looking really — I noticed a wrinkle on my face that I hadn’t seen before. It was (is) on the left side, next to my mouth, one of the kind that creases and frames it when you smile on either side, like parentheses, but slightly higher. But when I was looking in the mirror I wasn’t smiling. The wrinkle was just there.
A New Wrinkle
A New Wrinkle
A New Wrinkle
The other day, I was looking at my face in a bathroom mirror while at a friend’s house. Just an ordinary bathroom mirror, maybe it had better lighting than mine, maybe not. Anyway, as I was washing my hands — not scrutinizing, not even looking really — I noticed a wrinkle on my face that I hadn’t seen before. It was (is) on the left side, next to my mouth, one of the kind that creases and frames it when you smile on either side, like parentheses, but slightly higher. But when I was looking in the mirror I wasn’t smiling. The wrinkle was just there.