Friday, February 29, 2036

From the shelf

Nothing in the canon is tethered to February 29. One line is set aside for this year, the same line for every reader.

February 29 stays in the book in common years. The lived calendar skips it. This page does not.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.
Emily DickinsonPoem 314 · c. 1861

In 2037 this day opens on Maya Angelou.

Arrow keys turn the day. S keeps the line. Slash focuses search.

February 29 · Quotationary