Driving the back roads of Vermont and New Hampshire, I marvel at the construction of the old barns still standing, although many leaning long after the farm they once served has long since departed. These structures have character and no doubt were built to stand the test of time and weather conditions. The graying boards reflective of the passing of winter storms, howling winds, rain, and scorching sun tearing away at there once painted exterior. Leaving them looking tired and no longer able to serve the purpose for which they were originally constructed.
Despite the graying, worn look and lack of prime functionality, there remains beauty and in turn respect for how long and hard they have weathered each storm.
Like us as we turn silver gray, become tired and lean a bit more ourselves, we retain our beauty, albeit on the inside. We weather the storms that present so unfairly. Those storms shaping who we are on the inside. No matter how weathered one may look, may we take the time to look past the exterior and cherish each other for the beauty, knowledge and strength that lives in each of our hearts and souls.