Outside in the late-Winter evening chill, the Cherry Blossoms are already fading; a testament to the ephemeral. I drink the last of the cold sake in the dark ceramic cup, and as I channel Defoe, the hand sanitizer draws down, the latex gloves stretch and the anodyne masks loom on the faces of the Terrified…all a sense of what?
Epiphany comes late this year, the Vernal Equinox comes early.
Balance.
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