“Well well, what have we here? How ever did you get past security? Prendergast! Prendergaaast!? Crumb cake, where is that incompetent bumbler… very well, I suppose you’re here for some sort of linguistic escapade? Or to rob me of my priceless antique ivory animal figurines. I surely hope the former, nothing else needs to die over ivory anywhere, particularly elephants. And no, despite my lack of pandemic callisthenics I have not quite yet reached elephantine proportions. At least not one, beyond say, 4 years of age?

Moving on, I finally managed to write something not morbidly depressing. Huzzah! Enjoy.

“Engineering Degrees Celsius”, July 7, 2020.

Dazzling sunshine simultaneously blinds and grants wondrous visions

An intoxicating aroma of freshly cut grass and crackling bbq entices a peaceful fervour

Children’s laughter peels out, the innocence effortlessly dispelling long cloistered melancholy

Distant bells ring in cohesion, sombrely achieving micro-relevance over raucous avian cacophony