October 19th, Twenty-Twenty.
It is a Monday.
You can verify.
The writer isn’t lying.
She heard the splashing sounds of
one car after another
running over the same puddle of water.
Splash.
Spla-sh!
The writer didn’t investigate the puddle.
She wasn’t interested.
Confession –
The writer is a woman.
Continue.
This year, Twenty-Twenty that is,
a full moon and Halloween will happen on the same day,
according to the calendar.
The writer would prefer to not have a scientific discussion about the moon.
Halloween is special.
It is the calendar date when two of her favorite people were born,
25 years apart.
The writer doesn’t want to stop talking to either one of them.
She tells them about the new project she is working on.
There is a new project. I can testify.
The writer has a problem.
She gets excited.
Then anxious.
Then depressed.
Then excited.
Then anxious.
She is possibly mad. But
they love her.
The two Halloween-born love her.
A bit personal detail-
The writer is a loyal and sensitive horse.
Wait, where is she going with this?
Right, the calendar.
October 19th isn’t a special day for the writer.
She misses the two Halloween-born terribly.
What she wants for their birthday is to strangle the calendar, entirely.
