Yes, it’s that day that’s no day at all, the extra day that comes around once every four years for some sun or moon or stars correction reason or another. The day that those that work, work for no extra pay and the day where a woman who hasn’t been asked to marry by her partner can, without ridicule, scorn, or scold, ask her partner to marry her. I wonder what the success rate is like?
Leap day in this year of our Lord 2012, a leap year. February 29th, the first for this blog and maybe the last who knows?
I’ve never quite known where we are all meant to be leaping to on this day - the future, destruction, retribution, revelation? “Look before you leap” they say; it always reminds me of the poor chap who leapt over the barrier on the motorway when his car broke down in the fog, only to plunge eighty feet to his death below. He was on a bridge. They have nets there now.
Me I can hardly even leap out of bed and it’s only a few feet off the ground so no chance of death, cramp maybe though. I get a lot of cramp these days.
I sometimes think about all those lucky unlucky people who are born on leap day; only one birthday every four years (bummer) but on the flip a slow aging process - at least numerically.
Leap day the day before the hares go mad. From midnight the hares will be leaping madly in the way that only mad March hares do. Mad and leaping all the way to the bank of the river under the mad March moon.
And was that just eleven Lords that passed me?
And anyone for leapfrog? We were only playing it - right Mr. Beuys?