South of Everything

A Silver Spangled Hamburg rooster in a charcoal herringbone overcoat and burgundy wool scarf standing on an icy rock at the edge of a frozen shoreline, pale blue glacial ice floes in dark water behind him, overcast sky

Latitude Sixty-Six

The ground beneath him had been receding for years, though he had never adjusted his posture to account for it. Some things, he felt, were best met standing — particularly the ones that would prefer you didn't.

16 April 2026