Growing up, I used to wonder if it would snow before my birthday; hope for it, actually. It didn't happen all that often, but it was something to anticipate. Now, in another time, another place, with kids as old as I was on those sometimes snowy birthdays, we're having nearly record breaking heat. It feels just as unprecedented, just as exquisite as those days in my childhood when winter would come out of sequence. I want to drop everything and get outside, just as I did for those first snows. It seems to like a perfect mindset for the eve of a birthday.