Gregorian Days
How strange and befuddling, to have lived in two months on one day.
Connecting Dots
Maybe a dictatorship took power on that day. A groundbreaking piece of legislation? A ceasefire of a war?
Grief is Like Glitter
The changing leaves are a reminder that nothing is permanently with us.
First of Shadows, First of Shots
I’d rub my arm and think, being first hurts.
Marvin
He was also a man whose lasting legacy would be defined in a single moment.
Chicxulub(ish)
On a day something like October 9th, 66 million(ish) years ago, a blanket of soot clouded every sky, spilled over every horizon.
October 8, T.A. 3018 (Year 1418 in Shire-reckoning)
No doubt a historical trigonometrist could measure the percentage of Weathertop that fell below the horizon each hour, though that study has yet to be published.
“Laramie Sparkles, Doesn’t It”
This isn’t a sparkly post.
The Current War (2019): Review Retrospective
It seems something has shorted in its circuitry.
The Andy Griffith Show
In a time when anticipatory grief and suffering are the ways of the world, it may seem naive to believe that Mayberry is more reality than dream.
