This shortest day has been flooded with sunlight. I slept almost none of the night. The hinges of the year have felt rusted shut for a long time, but I can't pretend it hasn't still been swinging to the rhythm of axial tilt whatever once and future fantasies people like to frame themselves inside. Sidereal time does not care whether I still have to ask the contractors to mask themselves before they cross our threshold—strange guisers—to repair some small parts of our house. It was oddly, seasonally apropos. Happy solstice! If the sun can come back, why not the rest of us, at least once in a while?
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- 1: 'Cause living it up, it's a big deal, it's good for you
- 2: Cars and trips and maps we ripped
- 3: And the clock ticks faster every year
- 4: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 5: Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
- 6: Left you breathless in the brine
- 7: God knows what indiscretions I committed
- 8: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
- 9: This is what water, wind and time and toil reveal
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