Day 311 of 2026
“Two Seats, One Word, Then the Weekend”
instrumental· 60s
generating...
Two appointments, then the long slack.
Northerly combing the flax.
Something was written down in a hurry.
It has not been read since.
The tea is still hot on the post.
The snail has a plan.
Saturday is coming up the hill
and nobody has stopped it.
Saturday Is Coming Uphill
You are a snail on a fence rail, carrying a cup of tea that must stay hot while Saturday climbs the hill toward you; tap to tuck into your shell against each northerly gust before the tea goes cold.