The old man felt at home in the gloaming. He leaned close to the window, the fresh air teasing his nose and the whiskers of his long, white beard. All day he felt the oppression of his old body, a weathered hull tired of the ocean’s endless lapping.
—-Jared Graham, The City of Things Finished
Sailboats on White Rock Lake, Dallas, TX
Read it here:
The City of Things Finished by Jared Graham
from The Citron Review
Bill Chance 
It’s beautiful. I can truly feel the age playing tricks on human body. Sigh
Thanks for the comment – I liked it too.