They walked slowly along for sometime. Their shadows meeting and separating, meeting and separation. There was no need to speak because everything had already been said. A voice, as if speaking to itself, said " Life plays funny tricks on you. One day you're the child, and the next day you are the father of that child, and soon, perhaps even the grandfather of the child." The other person replied, " Yes, I know what you mean. I feel young. There's a young mind in this body but I become confused when I look in the mirror. The image doesn't conform to mine.