twenty three

May 23rd marks the beginning of the last month of my twenty-third year. Somewhat complicated, a touch of crazy and on the odd occasion, peacefully mundane. Overwhelming moments, immense satisfaction and pure, unadultered delight. And even moreso than usual - the unexpected (I have never been genuinely surprised so many times in one 335 day period). Perhaps a little grittier than usual too. Altogether, an impression of slight awe; that one year can be so saturated with complex, trying, exhilarating experience.

See, I knew twenty three would be a good year. . .

and I still really, really, really like my life.

May the twenty fourth be just as lovely (in my personal sense of the word - absolutely not the hearts & flowers definition).