It is a slow, unstoppable journey, a silent surrender to the passage of time.
Every hair that once glowed with the colors of youth gives way to the inevitable,
a subtle shift from chestnut brown to gray.
Then a hesitant, patchy silver,
and finally, the unwavering, determined white.
It is a badge of honor, a map marking the terrain of a life lived,
a life that is steadily moving towards its twilight.
The gray is not a symbol of decay, but of a rich existence well lived.