Two nights before I turned 33, I left work to find a hawk tearing a bird apart in the parking lot, the disembodied feathers catching on the breeze. One night before I turned 33, I nearly talked myself out of going to a concert and then when I did go, I bargained internally until two songs from the end. Every moment was one more that I hadn’t planned to be there - I could leave at any time. I was just going to stay for one more song, and then one more song, and then one more.. until the final applause faded and everyone flooded back into the streets.
Love the line about the fox and the feathers. Happy belated birthday!
Nice to see you writing this again. See you soon?