Having a birthday in December and hoping for good weather is always a toss-up – it’s either unseasonably warm or bitterly cold. I took the day off for my milestone thirty-fifth birthday, with hopes to enjoy a few outings under a sunny sky. Instead, I sat home watching thick snowflakes stick to everything that stood still. The roadway and sidewalks became ice patches waiting to trick some poor soul’s feet. I listened to school closing and traffic delays while sipping oranges inside my apartment cocoon, which now felt like a darken cave. This is not how a person should spend a birthday – all alone. Surely God knew how much I despised snow – was I being punished?
causes the skies to shed tears
as large white snowflakes
- Written for dVerse Haibun Monday: You say it's your birthday