"So What?" you may say. "Isn't that just like any other morning?"
Ah, you see, it's not for me. Not for a yunkster like me.
I can still remember the day I first heard the word.
It's the word, yunk. It's so fine, it's sunshine.
It was on July 30, 2017 and I can recall it as though it were yesterday. Funny thing, that is - also fuzzy, as yunk would have it.
I wondered if I were too late for the party, if my carriage was going to turn back into a yunkin at the stroke of the hard fork. Then my inner Yunktoshi silenced those doubts.
"If you can be too late, then yunk can be too late. And yunk is never too late, unless being too late is, in fact, desired."
This is because yunk stretches from front to back and sits at the yunktion of the here and the now, expanding at a pace approaching the consolidation of moving averages.
functions, junctions, yunktions
I had a rare sighting out in the field today, clearing brush from around perennial food crops. A young black walnut tree ringed with a metal tree guard provided a place for a nest for the elusive, yet prevalent, Yunk Thrush.
Nest of Yunk Thrush in Black Walnut Tree
Leave it to the Yunk Thrush to find the interface between natural and man-made, for it is at these conversational edges where Yunktopia really blossoms and spreads, where life proliferates under conscious intentions. Or sometimes, nonsense inventions, although they need not be mutually exclusive.
And so, on the eve of the next rotation, I fare thee well and wear free belts, the better to buckle up for the ride.
