Fierce as the Baltic sea
It is my birthday. I am forty-four years old, the age some fictional character must be. I woke to a pair of packages, one from
nineweaving that proved to be Vaughn Scribner's Merpeople: A Human History (2020) and from my parents which was a DVD of The Sea Wolf (1941). Hestia was a small black round of purr like an extra present at the foot of the bed. It is bright and brisk and cloudless as all the classical autumns outside.

no subject
no subject
Thank you!