… and looks both ways, not sure which one to take. Calendars mean little to the wind, the fog, or the rain and snow. They come and go as they please.
The sun comes up, the moon goes down and we declare it Monday, or July, or 1033. “Declare” and “calendar”— just an extra “N” and “E” between them.
… give it a name, whatever day you please. Your choice. It matters not to me, or them. Happy Old Year’s End.