I believe the year has become a little bit disjointed.
A little muddled up.
The night before this very day.
I rolled indoors after a night upon the town,
My spot of going out to play.
Mother develops a mighty frown.
Came in late from local town.
Every light in the house was on.
I thought maybe it was October.
All the windows shone a mighty glow.
I thought I'd arrived for Diwali.
(c) Livvi