happy birthday to the ninety-five-year-old woman I met on a random afternoon in august, while she was walking with her daughter. she suddenly tripped over her shoes and fell down to the ground, scraping her hands just a bit. I found it interesting that this woman who is seventy years my elder fell in front of me. souls of a similar branch. I walked away hoping that she would live to see 95 and that I would live to see 25. so this goes to her.
to many more :)
-the late bloomer