Fanfare
Without fanfare or ado the day passed - beginning with gentle rains rattling my windowsill, and ending with an end of summer chill. Now, I can count forty years on the earth. I didn't expect that I'd spend my birthday working, but neither did I have any image of what I would be doing. The day came, then it went. There should have been more to it, though I've no idea what. Maybe cake, a drink with friends, more well-wishes, something to come home to, something more to have come home from? I'm not depressed, or ungrateful, just a little melancholy.