This is dawn over Lake Superior. I suspect, if you didn't know the location, that it could appear to be sunset.

Sunday in church I began to ponder something that was said (not during the sermon, I would never daydream during the sermon!) about senior adults and what age that status began. I'm not ready to declare myself a senior, although I am on Medicare, much to the disappointment of my physician. I receive pension and social security payments. What hair I have is white, and the store clerks ALWAYS ask if I need help to take my purchases to the car. (Well, maybe I came on the Senior Bus!) I'm not ready to be categorized that way. I was in such a rush to be a teenager (although that time was rather brief), and then to finish schooling, and then on to the next challenge. I even anticipated retirement, but not to be "golden" or "silver" or "senior" or in the "sunset of my life." And Sunday, I realized that this period of my life could last a long time (I'm in good health). Certainly longer than being a teenager, and maybe even the twenty years of schooling, and probably longer than any place I ever lived (several are tied at 6 years). This could be a terrific time, and I could certainly use companions for the rest of the journey, whether they are Seniors or Juniors or just enjoy being alive!

But could we come up with another word to describe this era and those of us who have made it this far and intend for much more?