March 12, 2016. My birthday. 70 years old. Time stops today. Tomorrow will be the afterlife and though clocks will run and I will age, time holds me within the stillness of her arms. You will see me and talk with me and not know that I am already gone, walking up a forest path to a cabin above the clouds. There I will sleep and wake and talk to the birds and ride on the wind and yet seem to be moving among you as I always have. The mystery is how the two can be one. How I have earned this gift I do not know, but it is so.