These Aren't Wrinkles....

I love the banister in my house. The dark stain overlaying the slick smooth patina. 40 years of hands and bums that have slid over and down, over and over, smoothing the chunks and slivers of wood into sweet little dimples. Each lump, bump and divet telling the story of years

These aren't wrinkles, it's the glossy, glorious patina that life has given me.