your birthday morning
brisk air, thin moon, and bird song
a happy new year
My husband and I share a birthday month.
I kick it off with a little Aries impetuousness, he closes it out with typical Taurus patience.
And today, this particular birthday, feels especially hard-won and a long time in the coming.
This time last year he was still at the front-edge of quite a brutal cancer jousting.
(Which, by the way, he won.)
Bring on the bird song...
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