March 27, 1953 - The Day After My 25th Birthday

It is March 27th, the day after my 25th birthday, at 4:30 in the afternoon, and I must tell you how nice it is to sit at my desk facing the window with the blinds half-drawn against the late sun's rays. Entering beneath the lowered blinds the soft sunlight lays across my desk, dappling it with shadows cast by the translucently immature leaves of the bush outside the windows.