Ancient calendars mark the day. Clocks of bone tick thirteen times. Flame burns cold and milk sours. Mothers hold their children tight. Movement stirs in long forgotten tombs. The winds blow North, a frost in the air. Animals hide away, sensing something we cannot.
For beneath the seas, his dead eyes open. Eyes that should not see stare through the depths. Stare at the shining lights we call home. A home built on borrowed time.

His time.

On this day, he rises to collect his due. His... Columbus Day. This glorious and horrible time. Have you prepared yourself?

Celebrate and cower, rejoice and despair, for he comes. Praise him for his wonders, the pillars of our world. In caves we would still shiver if not for his marvels, yet peace we would all know if not for his terrors. Yet the choice has been made, the rest all consequence. So sing of him! Sing of the telegraph, the lever, the molecule and coffee. Rejoice that he gave us smart phones and Velcro. Praise him for friction and the Birthday song. For today is his day, when he comes to claim his due.

So to you all I can only say,
happy
Columbus
Day...