The cock crowed on an early cool January morning , last year when I began the fourth chapter.
Embraced by a warm feeling knowing that the silver in my hair wasn't just a lack of pigment but rather the silver was slowly conquering the castaño. And as so does the wisdom invade.
I am not proposing that I am as wise as the hills , just that I can see the sun breaking through the ignorance that being young bares .
I am not slowing down au contraire I am stepping it up . Not out of the rebelliousness that fuel my earlier adventures.
But all knowing that the ZEST with which I live my life will be its own reward .
Ariel Lopez
