Twenty-seven years ago the heavens thundered joyously. Snow swirled from the skies. Time stood still as the universe stuttered in its ever changing reel. The waters roared and crashed. The wind couldn’t catch her breath. A demon kissed my right eye; an angel did the left. The world never knew what hit them, that lonely January night. When my changing hazel eyes opened to the light.
When you don’t have anyone to wish you happy birthday then by God you wish yourself one and remember how much more awesome the world became the day you entered it.