What if the old tree was looking at its reflection and saw a young version of itself? At times when I look at myself in the mirror, I know I delude myself because I don't see an old man but a youth I want to remember. Or perhaps, it is the image I want to be remembered. Ah, vanity of vanities... how shall I cast thee away? Sip herbal tea, put on some mascara and apply some make up... I'm ready for the Rocky Horror Show.