It is easy to put gloominess, but why is it gloomy? Will the gloom a perspective of the gathering storm to dawn upon seconded by thunder and lightening? A pantomime presentation is it with age and time, face and growing into years. The aged man too in the Bermuda shorts and the vest looks like the golden boy of sixteen, handsome, slim-figured while jogging in the morning and with the golden glasses, red rimmed. Perhaps the author is one like who is marking his own face in the gloom.