Tsushima Screen

The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize in the frozen straits of Epiphany. February has fewer days than the other months; therefore, it's more cruel than the rest. Dearest, it's more sound to wrap up our sailing round the globe with habitual naval grace, moving your cot to the fireplace where our dreadnought is going under in great smoke. Only fire can grasp a winter! Golder unharnessed stallions in the chimney dye their manes to more corvine shades as they near the finish, and the dark room fills with the plaintive, incessant chirring of a naked, lounging grasshopper one cannot cup in fingers.