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The Eve of April

Apogee

A Silver Spangled Hamburg rooster in a tan leather flight jacket with sheepskin collar over a cream turtleneck, perched on a steel observation gantry at twilight, looking upward at a starlit sky, warm tungsten work light creating rim lighting on his profile

He had packed lightly, which is to say he had packed for a man who expects to return. The distance was, by any measure, unreasonable — but then, so was the jacket, and no one had questioned that.

31 March 2026