Unexpectedly I decided I was old. That's not the most glorious thought you can have first thing in the morning. However, that was my first thought on my birthday.
Today is the last day of the first of my life. I came into the world kicking and crying, From the pictures I see of myself then it was not a joyous time. I was pulled from my comfort zone. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t like it at all.
Clearing port to explore the main, my holds are full, a figurehead of a young boy is mounted on the prowl, one hand pointing onward, searching the horizon for adventure.
Memory is the enchanted door that opens into the past. Two little girls finished their egg sandwiches sitting on a picnic blanket on the banks of a stream under the watercolor blue sky of an English summer afternoon.
The moon peeks between the slats of the blinds and a shadow disrupts the moonlight. The coach arrives at my front door attended by two footmen with whom I am familiar. Dressed in tight britches and fitted coats, Muse and Inspiration await my approach. Bundled in pajamas, robe, and padded slippers, I run to the burnished carriage.