Inviting us in for a plunge on the eleventh hour cuz it’s never too late, nor too nippy for a sanctification.

Cuz it’s warm and golden out there.

And the fella munching his way through it.

For landing on my cheek.

For landing in a sunny spot.

Dispatches from the zone while candle wicks a sputter.

And the luminescence I feel through my bones

Entering into the tail end of the greatest gleaming gig in the sky.

And the defender in blue for being at the ready.