frost over

I'm sure everyone says it, but you hope that with every year will come a little more wisdom, understanding, happiness, love... And then you sort of remember that everyone makes this day his or her day of entitlement.

I spent the day in and out of airports and airplanes. No candles to blow out, no distinct excitement as in the days of early childhood. It was simply a very different day. There was a lot of quiet time and contemplating involved.  Silent appreciation of everything (and everyone) I take for granted and constant wondering of a possible need to change for an uncertain future that lies ahead.

Currently, my nose is in a book, but I hope to write something before the classes start up again.

"Lover By Number"

He thought prematurely that he had one her over,
That she loved him two just the same.
But by and by, he counted to three
And be four he knew it, she was gone.
All his five senses felt her absence;
Six to his stomach, he was indeed.
And on day seven, it was time for rest
As he eight and swallowed his pride whole.
You see, he had never had be nine emotions--
Only ten toes to keep him steady.