Visual Dissonance

When I see women (and men!) my age with dyed hair I experience a pang of visual dissonance. They are like the souped-up brightly repainted Datsun's in my neighborhood with the old engines. Pretty, but then I notice the odometer, the cough of the tired engine, the wrinkles on the forehead and texture of the skin that give it all away. Their faces would be charming and naturally beautiful if their silver hair was allowed to remain the color of angel wings.