The gentle breeze flew through the air as you walked around the multicolored park. It was spring and the flowers were in full bloom; there were seas of deep reds, royal purples, and bright yellows all around as you slowly strolled about. You were an older woman now; your once beautiful (h/c) locks now faded into a steel gray, your sharp (e/c) eyes had been weathered by the years, and even your walk no longer had that spring in its step. Yet somehow, you felt young again among the fresh and budding flowers; it was like time was reversing itself. Both mind and feet were beginning to wander until you bumped into an older gentleman who was observing a garden of light pink tulips.
“Excuse me, sir. I didn’t see you there,” you apologized, embarrassed at the sudden intrusion.
“It’s quite alright,” the mysterious gentlemen brushed it off like it was nothing, “One can get a bit distracted by such bea