It would spoil my excitement if it turned out I just have a funny wrinkle on the surface of my brain, which makes me think about the invisible train platfomps.
His manner is kindly, fatherly; he gazes out at us from the screen, looking, with his tan and his white hair and candid eyes, wise wrinkles around them, like everybody's ideal grandfather.
Some are obvious like my hair, and some are more subtle like I've got some extra crinkles here but the most growth is invisible because that all happened right here, right in the noggin.
People who like to go out into the sun and get a tan so they look younger, well, the problem is later in life then you have even more wrinkles and you look even older.