Really, just another day of wordless expression coupled with fleeting moments of some form of expressions here and there… surprised, elated, excited, waiting, smirking, laughing, wondering, missing… how different is this from any other day except what was thought of how this day should be and finally is?
Yet, is it really a birthday? Or simply remembrance of a distant memory of a seeming birth that happened yonks ago.
Perhaps, a truer word to use is an anniversary - of what is but an expression…
Yet again, did it really happen at all?