I am 50 today. It’s strange. There is a feeling of having arrived – solid, adult, an achievement. I am a work-in-progress: who am I? who/what am I for? And, inevitably, there is death around the bend in the road. Somehow the now, the not-yet and the no more are held together. It beats me.
Early morning it rained; the sun shone for a brief burst and there was this rainbow.