What's that at the end of the road? The Sun. Many towns have roads that run east-west, and on two days each year, the Sun rises and sets right down the middle. Yesterday, in some parts of the world (today in others), is one of those days: an equinox. Not only is this a day of equal night and day time, but also a day when the sun rises precisely to the east and sets due west. Displayed here is a picturesque rural road in Alberta, Canada that runs approximately east-west. The featured image was taken during the September Equinox of 2021, but the geometry remains the same every year. In many cultures, this March equinox is taken to be the first day of a season, typically spring in Earth's northern hemisphere, and autumn in the south.
Image Credit & Copyright: Alan Dyer, Amazingsky.com, TWAN
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Sometimes Vash dreams.
He dreams of a picnic, damp grass, a faded white t-shirt. He dreams of flares falling from the sky, plumes of smoke like storm clouds, shattering of glass and ice. He dreams of squeezing himself onto a piano bench, onto a white couch.
They're more memories than dreams, he admits. His mind always tracked backwards, examining it from every angle. As he gets older, the past begins to fade, so he values what he could hold onto.
It's strange what he does keep, what he cannot. He remembers Meryl's earrings, the thin notepad she carried around even after she changed careers, but not what songs she hummed under her breath during the long stretch across No Man's Land. He remembers the brand of Roberto's cigarettes, his halfway-untucked shirt, but not if he had a mustache or that and a beard. He remembers the heavy flap of Milly's cloak, her brilliant smile, but not her favorite dessert. He remembers the high, clear voice Rem had, her gentle touch, but not where on Earth she was born.
He remembers their names. He remembers the essence of them. But they're becoming less clear each... century, he thinks?
He doesn't talk about this with Knives, even though his brother is the only one who can know this. Knives... doesn't exactly forget, but he's not a reminiscing man, and who can blame him? Vash wonders if his long-ago intention was to curse his brother, as God cursed Cain, to wander, to remember. As revenge for allowing him to go this long. To be. Even now, so much floats between them. So many unspoken visions. So much anger and grief and resentment, tinged with the habit of love.
Humans do try, Knives at least acknowledges. But life is so short that it's either a race to the end or an unsuccessfully long delay.
Vash wonders that must be like, to have that.
When he makes promises, they linger forever, a stone dropped into water, rippling to the shore, rings multiplying in tiny waves. Vash has had a long life; he's made many. Some have squirmed out of his reach, been crushed beneath a heel, been released like a flock of doves. (He recalls how Rem described them. Pearly white wings, bright orange beaks, clinging together, soaring upwards. He now knows some are spotted and speckled and not even white, but it's Rem's words that are his reference.)
And while he remembers, he dreams. He dreams of a clear blue sky. White confetti tumbling on the dust. A bloody smile.
Vash remembers Wolfwood. He can at least say that. But this is from an old dream, after an apple tree bloomed, when he thought he'd be alone again. With perfect clarity, Vash recalls Wolfwood, lying beside him in a meadow, looking up at the sky. He sees himself stretching out a hand, Wolfwood allowing their fingers to touch. He smells cigarette smoke, feels the burn of alcohol sting his stomach.
And he hears:
"I will love you, for as long as I live. When the sea washes the deserts away. When the geraniums bloom again. When the canyons are rubble, when the the suns go dark, when no bullet is fired ever again on this land."
Wolfwood turns to him. His lips move, blood trickling over his teeth. "You don't have to promise that," Wolfwood replies, too calmly. "You can't promise that."
"But I do," Vash says. "I will!"
And he wakes up. (Woke up.)
He's cold in this new climate of rain and snow and storms. His legs ache; his hair is dimming silver. Vash the Stampede carries less of a poignant song.
I don't know how long I will go on. But I know it is too long without you.
Vash remembers now: he did not promise to love. He didn't need to. He never needed the reminder.
Instead, he had said: I'll see you again. When the sea washes the deserts away. When the geraniums bloom again. When the canyons are rubble, when the twin suns go dark, when no bullet is fired ever again on this land.
He had damned himself.
Vash looks towards the horizon. It's too far away.
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Just really iconic of tvxq to drop two bangers and a full album and one of the best killing voices of the year and it’s their 20th anniversary and they’re still doing the thing in their mid-late thirties and blowing everyone out of the water at awards shows and rounding out a full year of insane 2nd gen boy group comebacks/resurrections that no one saw coming. (Vixx?? INFINITE???)
I’m just so happy for them and so happy for all the 2nd gen stans living our best lives out here. :)))
Special shout out to Changmin and Yunho for doing EVERY SINGLE AD LIB in Mirotic on the KV. I almost passed out.
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#OTD in 1916 – Birth of actor, Gregory Peck, in La Jolla, California.
Gregory Peck was born in La Jolla, California. One of the world’s most popular film stars from the 1940s to the 1960s, Peck continued to play major film roles until the late 1970s. Catherine Ashe, the paternal grandmother of Gregory Peck, who emigrated to the United States in the 19th century was a relative of the Kerry patriot, Thomas Ashe, who took part in the 1916 Rising and died while on…
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