As someone who is at the beginning stage of experiencing the joy and acrid that is life. I often wonder how differently I will view myself and the world around me after a long trek, overcoming stumbles and falls, climbs and climaxes. The old woman depicted is not my grandmother, however I find that she embodies her. There is a similarity amongst elder people, their presence often amazes me. A wave of compassion. Her gaze a lens into wisdom, down a hallway of bliss, sorrow, regret, gratitude. Her hair, delicate and ethereal as white as winter snow. Her winkles the marks of all the roads she’s lead. Her aura a striking glow. After a life, her soul has depth, it is colourful and filled with tenacity. And hope. She is the most brilliant amongst us.