The sky is white today. Myriad sparrows scream stupidly in the hedges.The blue jay has grown fat on the endless droppings of seed from the feeder.
It is the fat of the year. Also the midnight of the year.
All the time I should have been planning the Festival of Misrule that is Halibut's Solstice Feast (with Ritual Dance and Dismemberment), I was asleep in my cave. Taking a leaf from the barren tree of hibernation.
Too late to send out the invitations now. Too bad.
