the world became white around us.

I had a wonderful birthday.

First, a rather foggy Saturday night, the clouds in part to 3/4's on The Innocent wine that I killed while getting ready. Quick macbook photo shoot as a Sexy Lumberjack (Ha, be more hipster) and I was out with Hobbits and Superman I'm sure I was drinking somewhere, and I don't know how I got to that House, but happy birthday, I've lived!

In the morning, when I was twenty three, snow had fallen all over this perfect little town. It wasn't cold, but it was there in abundance, and the hills were covered and my hair was wet. Brunch was delicious and intimate. There was no competition, nothing passed unsaid. We were happy with each other as we filled in along the endless table.

A quick shuttle up the mountain in The Subaru, my motorized extension of self. We three stood on the edge of the world, and laughed at our height while we looked out into the endless, and then into nothing as the world became white around us.

Pie. Yoga. Noodles. Sleep. And here I am: a day later, a day older, and happy.