In the Gloaming: What the Anti-Aging Movement Misses

{Photo by Erica Hysert for Scopio} I am in the gloaming of my life, the early autumn of my life. That means I have not made it to winter or end of day, but I can see them from here. Always, I’ve favored evening, even the words for it, like “gloaming” and “dusk”; and autumn rivals spring as my favorite season. In the life of a deciduous tree, the autumnal stage, when leaves lose their youthful…