Why count the years when mirror after mirror does it well? But what the hell? I do feel younger than I think the number is supposed to tell. Another cup of coffee as I sit in bed looking out and into trees, the turning leaves of fall. My autumn too, as late and long as it will be. It’s good that we don’t know how many autumns, winters, springs and summers we will have. Just smile, and drink the cup, and be. November 16, 2019, one of my many birthdays