Will we sharpen our old bones on midwinter's whetstone?

[sovay]

The yew trees outside the windows are padded with snow: a real winter fall for a northern solstice, as crisply dark as a longest night should be. The sky is still too overcast to look for the last meteors of the year, whose radiant is in the pole-pacing bears. I can believe in their candles streaking out of sight, like the sun nudging back that fraction of a low gold flare. Happy solstice! So time spindles on.

Comments

[sovay]

I’m wearing pleather pants to my nearest set of in-laws. Pray for the resurrection.

Well, I can tell you came back bright.

[selkie]

I got flirted with, even! Nothin’ like a little applied petrochemistry for stubby little seal legs.

[sovay]

I got flirted with, even! Nothin’ like a little applied petrochemistry for stubby little seal legs.

Huzzah!

They are excellent flippers.