A Year Under a Restraining Order

The solar eclipse is a nice way to end it, don’t you think? It’ll happen again in seven years. A couple of minutes here the measure of a year depending on when you want it to begin and how you want it to end. Nothing stops unless you want it to start anyway. And you already know the title of this was really given then taken away. After Bell’s 8th birthday there seemed no end to poems to explain the time and honestly they haven’t changed since they were begun (just as I heard songs in the distance as the moon passed) fitting then to end them for the book I plan to write for her now the adventure not knowing how the start will lead to that end: No Remedio. The theme simple enough because it involves a solar eclipse and a four unit emergency release crossmatch the finishing line a lab tech connected to the crisis and the words, “Well I guess I picked the wrong day to quit day drinking…” As for my personal experience with the eclipse there really was no crisis. I liked how the light was shining on the land while it happened. It could have been any evening near dusk during the month of August. The start of an overcast school day for the girls. A picture's worth at least for another year. And as the light died I heard the sound of crickets, or it could have been locusts or cicadas I couldn’t tell you which.