D.O.P.-T.

Triangular staring contest. The dog looking out the window. Forty on the porch. A squirrel on the sidewalk.

Fifth night of Yule

As the grey clouds closed in at end of sunset, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Gerðr, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with the first of a bottle of riesling. Crows flew over as I began.