The day uncoiled its knots, but in the end there was no deliciousness. I tried to fill in with an elderflower cocktail and a walk with the dog. The cat got a good petting, but there was no dessert mail waiting for me. No text wondering how I was doing, or reminder that I am an object of desire and time is our only gatekeeper. No one begs to flirt with me in a red dress or freshen my drink.
solstice on this side of the globe weeds take hold