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Poem: Vernal equinox
I saw the first
red-winged blackbirds
of the year
this morning.
Sixteen degrees,
west wind fourteen
miles per hour,
wind chill two.
I know it's the
first day of spring,
but I still think
they were confused.
Crossposted from Inhuman Swill
red-winged blackbirds
of the year
this morning.
Sixteen degrees,
west wind fourteen
miles per hour,
wind chill two.
I know it's the
first day of spring,
but I still think
they were confused.
Crossposted from Inhuman Swill
Phosphors, sweet phosphors
It's been so long since there's been constant bright sunlight in Chicago that I am startled every time this week that I walk indoors and see that the phosphorescent hands and numbers on my watch face are glowing.
Of course, this is the time of year when I don't need that feature so much...
Of course, this is the time of year when I don't need that feature so much...