Enjoy the dog days of summer – named for Sirius, the Dog Star, of Canis Major, so prominent in the night skies this time of year – we’re going to relax and soak in the last of this most ephemeral of season – catch us back here after Labour Day.
Shining dully from the coffers of the soul Leaning hard against the heart. Mute testimony. Memories from the moulds of yesterday. A silent, siren call Glimpses of sacred…
Somewhere early on I decided that the only course was, perhaps, to giggle the bastards to death. That too, I soon found, was slow and steady work, like the tomcat…
“I think today’s going to be the day”, came the voice from the top of the stairs.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that it’s started, and we should be getting ready to head to the hospital soon.”
Followed by, “No panic, it’s just starting.”