For about a six weeks, the three weeks on either side of Solstice, it gets dark too soon for me to take the Hammer any place after I have returned home from the fucking mill. Even if traffic is good I cannot circle her around the neighbourhood before night begins to fall.
Today it was light long enough for us to take a proper walk by the river. The silver nearby ponds and the silent as a deadman river reflected the empty sky. It felt good, free of the car, free of people, free of the motherfucking city.
It is a time of no expectations. Christmas put away in its box; Valentine's Day an arrow shot away in the distance.
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