Hidden between the gaps in the calendar is the forgotten thirteenth month. It is not on any clock, nor in any calendar. It is only a gap that exists only at the edge of perception between the deepest night of the winter solstice and the first light of the new year. When the obsession and regret in the real world accumulate to a certain critical point, when there is still an unbroken thread between you and me, the amber light will find the gap and gently wrap the person in.
"Where are you, where are you"
The dreamlike thirteenth month
Intention: If I turned into a snowflake, would you remember to reach out and catch me?