a million moths.

like a sparkler on the fourth of july, luminous and shiny. that’s what she is. la gran chispa. and today she turns the big 2-4. happy, happy birthday, chica! i am here and you are there and it’s a wednesday. but really, if you think about it, it’s a saturday (the start of a four-day weekend) and you are in santa barbara, 1,500 feet above the sea, in an air ballon as radiant as that scarf you love to wear. you’re dancing in the giant basket and singing your favorite pop song so loud even the seagulls are collapsing mid-flight. (girl, en serio. have you ever considered humming? or perhaps whispering? i think whispering might not be so bad because then that weird thing you do with your throat might … wait a second. where was i? right. it’s your birthday.) and so you’re in the basket and when you look out down below, as far as your brown eyes can see, the hills and valleys are blooming with hot boyfriends, frosty cupcakes and free home furnishings. imagine that and have a beautiful day.