Birthday wish I waltzed in a haze through a birthday today more in reflection than celebration since life’s nearing inflection, adding force in some direction, not yet clear to see whereupon the next year will fall. And fall is apt in its leaves that melt colors like exotic orange flavors, red for passion (oh, I certainly hope passion) and light pink for the flickering affection I think we all generally think of when a friend or maybe not pulls out their spell book and spellbound in expectation wishes us a magical year.