My birthday gift to me.

Last weekend I celebrated my birthday.

And what I gave myself was solitude.

I went to a favorite place on campus, sat in silence, and then wrote letters to myself. My younger self, my future self, and my self. Right now. Today.

And it was good for the soul.

Refreshing and (almost) better than chocolate cake.

Almost. But not quite.

I was born for October days.