Aging delivers unexpected changes in the body. Lately, I’ve noticed I’m developing a lump on the left side of my forehead. There are medical conditions that can cause such lumps, but what I think is happening is that fate has decreed that I should grow a single, solitary horn.
I don’t know why I need a horn. It doesn’t help me socially or with bureaucracies. The narwhal is not my spirit animal, and neither is the unicorn. But maybe I was meant to joust with Bighorn Sheep high in the Rockies. The clatter of battle echoing high in glacial cirques. Fate can be mysterious like that.
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