I had the endless day, months and months of endless days, and yet my return date bounded this sense of boundlessness, kept it from becoming threatening.

...all "months" work together for the good of those who love the Lord! ...all the days of this month will work together for your goodness!

Why is it that children, taught the names of the months and the fact that there are twelve of them, don't ask why the ninth is called the seventh (September), the tenth called the eight (October), the eleventh called the ninth (November), the twelfth called the tenth (December)?

Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.

The sacred time exist in days, weeks, months, seasons and years.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.