For those of you who observe same.
In celebration, here’s a link to T. S. Eliot’s poem of the same name. There’s a great stillness in that poem,
I actually like it better than “The Waste Land” (which requires a level of polyglot competence in ancient Latin and Greek (which I doubt I shall ever attain) to fully enjoy), though perhaps not as much as “The Hollow Men” or “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”.