Ledna

Ledna, unborn yet, we have toyed with a few names, before yours. Yours is not really a name of Leden, cold January, when you're expected. Led, ice. We suppose what we want to learn of. Every three months, we see you in gray, a throbbing blur of a lesser known atmosphere that the doctor seems to understand far better than we do, that can be spelled out in a few comforting words. We talk about your room. How the wall colors will change, the posters, the good moments, the disappointments, the truth about us. We hope you won't mind Capricorn and the name that we are not going to give you.