It’s coming. They tell you it’s coming. You know it’s coming. It will come. You don’t know when exactly. It doesn’t matter. When it comes you’ll know. That’s soon enough. Well prepared are you? Everything in place? Ready to face it when it comes? No need to worry. You’ll find out soon enough. See you out there. See you then. It’s coming. ƒ
The Newday
I saw a Newday outside my window this very morning, striding up my street in plain sight, not so very plain. Brilliant in resplendent colors, glowing gold and burnished red, aflame with luster, sparkling with a panoply of stars retiring for the night, a Newday breathing fire ready for mortal combat against fear, fatigue or apathy. I saw a Newday coming down my street, meteoric in its swiftness. It will not stay. I must capture it, befriend it quickly, throw my reins over its massive head and leap into the saddle for the ride. What fun we’ll have, charging through the neighborhood and out into the world. I saw a Newday looking for companionship today, searching for a kindred. I volunteered. Up, up and away! ƒ