If it's a moment in time, how come it feels so long?

[sovay]

Last night on a snow-salted suburban road I saw a deer bound suddenly through the splash of the headlights, followed a moment later by what must have been a pair of coyotes because it's been centuries since there were wolves in this part of the world. It was so folkloric, I expected to see riders the next moment, or the moon. After days of sleepless free-fall and headache it hurt to breathe through, I spent much of this afternoon unconscious, which was terrible for my exposure to daylight but produced vivid dreams only occasionally suggesting a surrealist facsimile of same, such as the second-story view onto a green quadrangle where a policeman was bleeding out milk. Hestia is trying to climb through my arms as I type in her best doctorly fashion. In nearly half a lifetime of chronic illness, I don't think I have ever felt this daily-basis bad.

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[nineweaving]

"When they saw a falling star old women would say, 'Duke Aubrey has shot a roe.'"

*hugs*

Nine

[sovay]

"When they saw a falling star old women would say, 'Duke Aubrey has shot a roe.'"

At this time of year I thought of the red sun, running from the dark.

*hugs*

[nineweaving]

Ooh!

*hugs*

Nine