In last night’s dream your army consisted of ducks. You were taught by your young cousins how to imitate a duck leader, and how to gather web-footed troops.

Sirens ring out now, filtering through the window, through the brick and the concrete.

What fascination is this life, and this time of year. Proliferation of wondrous literature, sparks for the new centuries’ thoughts, and more importantly, the new decade. C’est fini, c’est tous!