On the longest day of the year, of an okay-ish morning, I had a visitor.
It was 2018, June the 21st.
A hermetic cave of silence had been invaded. Alarms had not gone off.
How dare, whoever you are. Show yourself.
I looked up. Said intruder was propped precariously on shoulder——— of my ratty couch. Hanging over my head practically.
A beatific smile. Stunning no-mind silence for a few.
I had a visitor. Gender un-specific, definitively. He-she-it. NOT an East Coasty.