I know tradition demands this be a day of endings, but I can't help but think ahead to what my next birthday may hold.
We'll be out of the hotel, back at the compound, with a bonfire large enough to spite the moon. Another brow to kiss goodnight. The maelstrom behind us, emotions cooled to a standing point where everyone will hopefully feel comfortable to breath. A party maybe, so long as there's room enough for a sense of sacred in a clearing under the stars.
If the days remain half as merry, it will seem like tomorrow.
I'm sorry if this is a pretty obtuse post, but, well, its my birthday.