If there is just one thing that I remember about the summer of 2019, it will be the rapid onset of grey hairs. There has always been a handful of non-brown hair peppering the top of my head or eyebrows, but never before has the number of visible grey hairs grown at a noticeable rate. I don't mind the grey hairs, nor do I have any particular feelings towards the occasional strand of white. If anything, these melanin-poor strands add a little bit of character.
Interestingly enough, there's also a lot more grey on Nozomi now that she's well into her 9th year. Every summer she (somehow) manages to shed enough fur to fill a large garbage bag and, after brushing her for nearly half an hour every morning, she's more grey than gold1. Will she one day be completely devoid of her golden fur? Time will tell, but I do hope she maintains her youthful energy for walks, dinner, and hugs regardless the colour of her mane.
Nozomi and I are certainly showing some signs of our age. Fortunately neither of us feel particularly old just yet.
This is an exaggeration, but the silver fur really is noticeable when we're close together … which is most of the day.