Sagas, Short story, Weekend

Soon the season.

The feel of it sits upon the air, that time where all is still and quiet. Where reflection can be done and the to and fro of that which seems in every moment to be of importance, stops and huddles in its place. The wood is being collected, the meat all stored and salted and the final harvest will soon be reaped as we wait for it to come. Continue reading “Soon the season.”

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Sagas, Weekend

Weekend message.

By the conspiring of nature it has come. Woe to those who approach it unprepared as the sun gives way to darkness and darkness to the light of the sun. It has waited for its time and purpose, patiently in the shadows of thought and memory and even in the dreams of others. It reveals itself when least expected, when the slumber of the fifth day has come to its close. It is..

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