My father died 35 years ago today.

My oldest brother would be 61 today.

A little over three years ago, I heard someone mention this date and ended up in the hospital for five days.

Teeny tiny steps, and a “happy light,’ and a pile of D3, and antidepressants, and anxiety pills.

This year, I might admit to having a birthday.

It seems like the earth is charged this time of year. I think I’ll go out and take pictures. There’s a tree down the block with long branches that end in flames.