~ George Clemenceau
Another birthday, another number. The big thirty. The thrill of rolling ahead with a dash yet holding back with a whimper, like that slim, slippery place between sleep and waking up. An envelop of expectations. A medley of confusions. Of leaving the waning wheel ruts behind. Of looking forward to a new horizon, painting a new sun. Of stealing a few carefree breaths before life's alarms go crazy.
A new beginning.