In the stillness of July at a quarter past Wednesday when the Moon shall greet the Sun. In a corner of August at precisely three 'o' clock, March The Twilight Tales on one of the Fridays in the middle of noon a throng shall gather 'round.
In Winter times the dinner's served joyous games a'bound. At the edge of the horizon in exactly September at the breaking of the Spring. The sun is half past set morning's in the air. Winter kneels to summer's spring and time is always singular.