skin of ice (1/3/22)

a-side

an overnight frost holds the morning in abeyance, I’m drawn to the thin skin of ice icing the top of the woodpile like an apology as a sun peeks uncertainly from behind a chimney of a sleeping farmhouse, all is well, all is well, the air’s bowed its head, if air had a head, not willing to disturb this first day of the third month of a year when all is not well, all is not well, all is far from well……

b-side

today will be +0.1036 milliseconds over 24 hours long, so today will only last 24.0000000288 hours, which surely is more than enough, so what will you do with the extra 0.0001036, it means if you’re day turns out good then you can have longer to enjoy it, alas though, if it turns out to be really shitty then, you’ll be wishing today was yesterday which was -0.1296 milliseconds shorter, a blinks-worth of time perhaps, but in that can be wedged a whole extra blink of an eye… but, don’t take my word for it, why would you, you don’t even know who I am, not really, we’ve never met, why give two hoots about me when you’ve got your own busy, possibly frantic, lives to deal with day after shorter or longer day to wade through……

© 2022 robert greig

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