When the morning starts with a snowy cascade on my shoulders

It’s funny how such a small thing as dandruff can steal the show.
Just trying to get ready, thinking about the day ahead, and suddenly I look like I’ve walked through a blizzard.
Makes me wonder if anyone notices or just thinks it’s part of an old sweater flying around.
Being in my 50s means these little battles with age catch me off guard sometimes, but at least it reminds me to slow down and take care, not just rush through another day.