There is snow on the ground here. Lots of it. A foot or more.
This is how I remember it, how my birthday is supposed to look.
So I feel very young today, like I was just a little girl again. There’s even a cake with my name on it for later.
Granted, the manhattan I’ll enjoy before dinner is decidedly adult, but even so, will likely remind me of the cherries I used to fish out of my father’s glass.