Hold me underwater, not afraid of drowning

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.

Comments

[nineweaving]

Now I imagine a programming language called Forsan...

The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day.

This lifts hope, a little.

Nine

[ethelmay]

I noticed the same thing on the other side of the country.

[sovay]

I noticed the same thing on the other side of the country.

Neat. Are you about the same latitude?

[ethelmay]

Seattle. About five degrees north.

[sovay]

Now I imagine a programming language called Forsan...

It would be very ambiguous.

This lifts hope, a little.

Good.