Understanding Florence

I could not get much dirtier I stare at my hands and laugh not realizing until now how much I resemble Florence The old lady we made fun of when we were kids because she was always filthy; especially her hands. My hands have paint all over them – and I did not notice before changing my clothes and coming into this store I have neon paint in green, blue, and orange on them There is a splash of gold paint on my bare knee and a dollop of red paint on my big toe I laugh at myself When I was a child I did not realize this is how little you will care when you reach your sixties Florence makes sense now