incandescens | the white and broken sky drips in snowflakes

And it was the weekend.

And there was much rejoicing.

Seriously, everyone at work was also feeling shattered. I'm not sure what it was -- besides the possibilities of the fact that we do have a lot of work on, and that the weather's being singularly depressingly grey and gloomy, and there are various bugs going round. Perhaps it was the malign influences of the Old Ones. Yes.

Oh well. Hopefully tomorrow I shall have enough brain to actually produce something, rather than just sit and stitch, which requires some concentration but far less brain.

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The Twelve Moons

[...]

Eleventh Moon

The walls of the palace city lie chill in the winter light.
The white and broken sky drips in snowflakes.
Ring the bells! Drink to the fill wine reserved for a thousand days!
Wine will conquer the cold! A cup for the king's longevity!
Royal moats and fountains are frozen with white rings.
Oh, where is the well of fire, where are the warm springs?

[...]

-- Li Ho, translated by Ho Chih-yuan