Waking up.

– Apple iOS human interface design guidelines.

Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

You sift through the detritus, looking for signs of passing.

Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than what had gone before.

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“He dreamt of walking in a flowering wood where birds flew before them he and the child and the sky was aching blue but he was learning how to wake himself from just such siren worlds.”

In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

“Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.

It’s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.