It feels like one of the last days to see the sun in Ithaca. Sooner rather than later, Fenris Wolf will swallow the sun and won’t vomit it back up until the end of April some time.
Stark winter-thoughts begone!
Today was the sun on my scalp. Today was eating grapes out of a bag while talking geek with Jim. Today was all about ladies wearing their sun-dress for the last time. Today was knowing that even after the sun goes down there will be wine and cheese with the home posse and then Burning Wheel tonight with the fellas. Today was about saying, “See you tomorrow at the D&D game,” to Jim as we trudged back to work.
Today was nice.