I'm turning 40 today...
Musings on the season that makes me come alive.
The weather in my country has been soft and sunny this past week, unlike the day I was born four decades ago. My mom tells the story each year of how there was a fierce snowstorm on November 10th, 1985. The midwife urged my dad to properly close off the ventilation ruster, because “this was no temperature for a baby to be born into.”
How times have chan…
