Snake Day

7:15pm..? Feels like I've only just finished work (well, I have, I finished at 6:00pm) - and we're already deep into the evening. These days are passing by like quicksilver...
Feels more like spring now. There were rumours of the sun for seconds.
Hacking into the limbo-system of metaphysical computers. Oh, what do we find; time pooled up like cul-de-sacs, wasted days and exhausted evenings. A virus made up of watching the sky darken top dusk, and in the silence some knot of disquiet unraveling in a serpentine and sinister fashion.
I remember the heatwave of last year. It didn't last for long. I remember listening to Pantera's back catalogue, and reading John Burnside's A Summer of Drowning, I remember the summery air that wasn't, of course, to last.