A letter to the book
The light remains
Sent
The eleventh hour has sounded.
A light can wait without asking who will return.
Leave a Light On can be heard now. The light was never earned. It only ever stays. Hear the eleventh hour.
Beyond it, the twelfth hour has a name: Older Than the Dark. Mark its door. It will find you when the hour opens.
The book is told first. Where the hours are listed, its first letters appear today. The name will be whole on the tenth of October.
If the earlier hours passed you by, their doors remain open: We Were Here and Borrowed. Nothing has closed behind them.
If one hour has stayed with you more than the others, consider sharing it where you gather online. It may find someone who needs it.
What was kept for you is still there.
