181: Swedish Way

I've heard people talk about looking in the mirror and seeing their parent's face staring back out, as this idea of how shocking aging is. I've never looked in the mirror and seen either my mother or my father, but I did look down at my hands recently, bronzed in the sun, increasingly veiny, with the triangle quilted creases that make up the epidermis ever more prominent and think "whoa, those are my dad's hands!". I guess I can now say I know something as well as the back of my dad's hands....