On October 17, Kevin's face was framed with thick hair. The blazing
red curls were blinding. The shade looked like cheap lipstick against the
pallid, wrinkled sheets of the hospital. The color of Kevin's skin was smooth
and dark brown, resembling mahogany wood. The sound of waves crashing
against the beach could be heard when looking into those crystal blue eyes.
Those big bright eyes were enchanting and inspiring. This baby had a luscious
powdery smell that was relaxing. The atmosphere possessed by Kevin was
one of beauty and new life.
Now Kevin is older and many of those adolescent features have
changed. The once fiery red hair is now thinning and turning gray. The color
of the sky right before a storm. More hair now seems to forming a
mustache. Now the once dark colored baby, is elderly and fragile. A leathery
wrinkled old man has now taken Kevin's place.
Like a piece of glass, unable to
move quickly or handle carelessly. Kevin's broad floppy ears have lost their
hearing. The lovely refreshing eyes have lost their effect and are now
covered with thick glasses. This old man's house now smells like that of a
nursing home filled with medicine. Instead of exemplifying new life, Kevin
portrays beauty in aging.