"The years would have an intermission, a break to calm and soothe"
On months. Months are a funny thing, and a topic meant to be debated. We measure them based on an antiquated system, that is both confusing and inconsistent -- measuring each as 28, 29, 30, or 31 days with little clarity. What is one month from a 31st that does not exist in the second? How can measure with such inaccuracy -- with the precision present in so much else we interact with? I watched a TED talk with the proposal of a set month of 28 days, each grouping renamed to make the most sense. We would toss out the arrogant Caesars and replace them with the constant numbers we love and adore. The years would have an intermission, a break to calm and soothe. And yet we still measure in months although they make no sense. We follow the paths of the sun and the stars and the seasons. It's lovely to see our little human cares and joys. The cool of the night and the calm of the morning, and the month just around the corner if we would just look up to herald its coming arrival as it slowly marches towards us all one day at a time.