Pavlova | World In My Mind

I was born yesterday for the 35th time. My mother remembers a thunderstorm the night before and rays of sunshine around noon on my birthday. This year location and latitude are different and there was a quick storm the evening before. Probably a coincidence. August is honey and amber, a summer as mature as old wine. I am grateful it chose me. Birthdays are not a time to regret getting old and cry over it. They are rather a moment to pause, wipe out any worries or sadness and enjoy yourself. Last year I made a red velvet cake, this year I decided to pay tribute to a few of…