The Horo. The Horo.

I'm not a spiritual person. I'm not a superstitious person. I don't even believe in luck, except as a way to describe a series of positive events. The horoscope, isn't based on anything. Chinese year of the tiger, Greek astrological sign Aquarius; I don't care. But I do believe in birthdays. January, it's August and July when I feel like a stranger in a strange land. Heat wipes me out. My steely eyed, cold weather plodding is stifled by the waves of sun. Skin bubbles at the thought of all day stuff. I get sick every summer, to kick it off. All winter though, oxen like energy, voracity. Well shit, can it be matched by anyone. But all these damn January births are like islands in a sea, and like Pangaea we're not getting any closer.