On the longest day of the year, of an okay-ish morning, I had a visitor. 

It was 2018, June the 21st.

A hermetic cave of silence had been invaded. Alarms had not gone off. 

How dare, whoever you are.  Show yourself. 

I looked up. Said intruder was propped precariously on shoulder——— of my ratty couch. Hanging over my head practically.

A beatific smile. Stunning no-mind silence for a few.

I had a visitor. Gender un-specific, definitively. He-she-it. NOT an East Coasty. 

And who are you??!  Did you not read the sign outside.