Aging is not a sour fading, but a refreshing glow in new colors growing in directions that were once invisible. Wrinkles are not cracks, but road maps full of memories of places where our laughter found a home. They carry the echo of sweet summers, the bittersweet aftertaste of farewells, and the spice of untamed adventures, the taste of sunlight, the fizz of nights full of conversation, and the deep, salty taste of tears.
