+43° 49' 9", -71° 21' 0"

A mist is new data: the opalescent gossip of soil, perhaps, or a vast and restless appeal for devotion. This world is tamed; adrenaline is residuary. We navigate by acorns and magelight, if we choose navigation at all.

+42° 18' 0", -71° 23' 36"

The hair is absolute black, neck high, and as reflective as air. It invents heat and current. She is attached; it is her charge, also. This tenor cannot be captured — Rudolf Otto would retreat to Latin or Greek. A daughter of Geb and Nut pays cash for a take away burrito, stops for napkins and ginger ale, and rides back to work shotgun in a Corolla.

+45° 16' 7", -71° 12' 18"

Bonne journée! Bonne journée! Bonne journée! Any squabble here is an illusion, but this one is gleeful and proper. I pronounce that skepticism masquerades as wisdom when it leads to stagnation or tedium; in other words, for today at least, I’m in neutral, rolling backwards uphill in Quebec.