Fifty-four to fifty-five...

So here’s another March 10.

I’ve seen a few now. This year though it all steps up a gear as all those tick boxes that were previously ticked 49-54 will now be ticked 55-60.

What’s that banging I hear? Sounds like a something made of steel being pounded into something made from wood, plywood probably.

March 10^th again. I saw this one in with a doodle, crossing from one year to another with a splash of paint, a smudge of ink, a spill of wine and a drop or two of blood. Just the usual really.

Here I am ‘fifty-four to fifty-five’ – a slash of paint and a nudge of ink. All the years and thoughts - changed by time and really still the same. A wine or two, some laughs, some hurts, things remembered, things best forgot. All the things I asked for and all the things I never asked for. People lost, people found. Memories cherished like chilled vodka and memories filed under ‘F’. All the things I expected and all the things I never expected. Promises made and promises broken, fears and flings and feathers blown out on the wind, scars and smiles, talks and conversations, arguments and silences and a drop or two of blood and sweat and tears.

Just the usual really.

Fifty-four to fifty-five.

Happy Birthday me.