Epiphany

Most folks are naturally marking the events of January 6, 2021.  For me, that day precisely one year earlier will be ever more terrifyingly resonant.  The details of which it seems, even now, pious and prudent to omit.  

I'll just note it was when finally, vividly, and undeniably it became clear that to save myself and my kids, I needed to file for a DVPO.  As was quite common in the Dark Times, I hung out in the library until closing, then on a bench by the Labyrinth for hours more, until I felt it was safe enough in the literal dark to slink back upstairs to the Carriage House, hoping there would be no more dramatic encounters that day.  

Walking home, I saw a lost rose on the highway shoulder.

In conclusion: stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.