Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.
It's very easy to go wrong with lights.
Halloween was my excuse to get candy, for my sister it was a game of dress-up.
Who knows where we head from here? Does it matter?
I love holidays, and when they're government holidays, even better.
From a time of silencing, we've moved into a time of speaking.
I remember when I used to treasure a photo and keep it between pages to keep it safe.
22 came before I wanted it to.
I have never particularly understood my feeling towards my own birthday, I've always been in two minds about it.