day of birth, birth of day & happiness all round
22 is a boring age to be, but that is what I am now. in the spirit of things, here is a boring summary of wonderful things I have received for my birthday:
1. multitudinous things to wear and look pretty in
2. a book deal (seriously)
3. the best badminton racquet in the world
4. a set of acrylic paints (and all the related fun)
those who know me will probably balk at the dearth of books in this list (the standard fare for rAchel-related presents), but #2 makes up for this a thousand times over. alas, no further comment at this point.
last night, the skies emptied themselves onto the city in blinding torrents of rain; this morning dawned rarefied - cool, threadgold sunlight and the kind of wordlessness that envelopes beautiful things. happinesss is in the surrender to this wordlessness - I am sure of it.