Another turn around the sun

Sometime in the next 24 hours, I turn another year older.

In some ways, of course, I’m not really going to be all that much older then than I am right now.  Dates and times are just conveniences, but necessary ones: time passes regardless of how we count it and yet it passes just the same.

I’ll be spending my birthday driving, making another of my perigrinations between snowy central Massachusetts, where today’s snow shoveling confirmed that late February is still definitely wintertime, and Atlanta’s early spring.  I’m assured that not only are there buds on the trees there, but some have even begun to flower.

I like the idea of spending my birthday in transit, moving between one thing and another.  In many ways I have spent the entire last year that way, either metaphorically or literally, which has been by turns wonderful and terrifying, awful and magical.  Things are very different now than they were a year ago.  This time next year they will — if all goes well — be very different still.

Thanks to those of you who’ve been reading along.   It’s nice to have fellow-travelers.

See you in Georgia.