Alone With You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

Deities themselves had changed over time, but the act of devotion had not.

Things were always stranger in retrospect, which was a funny little consequence of time.

One day it was winter and the next the ice had thawed, and gradually buttons were loosened on coats, or perhaps coats were forgotten altogether on the way to normal, unremarkable errands down the block. Let’s get coffee, Yes yes let’s, is it cold out? Surprisingly no, let’s go;