Late February, when the sky arranges itself

The Procession

A Silver Laced Wyandotte rooster wearing a dark navy wool overcoat stands on a stone balustrade at dusk, head raised toward an indigo twilight sky where six faint points of light are arranged in a line across the horizon.

He had read that six planets were aligning tonight, each settling into its appointed position with the quiet confidence of a thing that knows where it belongs. The terrace light agreed. He straightened his collar.

28 February 2026

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