Observing that three cups of coffee didn’t change
the way today unravelled made westerly winds an
estranged antagonist, and not that we’re head-to-
head in any sense, altho it bends rules we agreed
needed some sort of sacrosanctity - so bluster all
y’ like, but then rest up a bit while we dispense an
argonaut o’ questers seeking righteously bound &
unchilled meanings we’ll be comforted assisting;
Meanwhile we’ll deftly limber into th’ sunny spots
winter solstice engenders - warmth which weirdly
appears yet indecently assuages iciness we rarely
encounter, even this time of the year; but it is The
Time of Change - & there are no guarantees we’d
be succoured by, or would take our refuge within
© 12 August 2018, I. D. Carswell
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