"A book of verses, underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread -- and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness -- Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!"
-- Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
In consideration of the end of the Mayan calendar, I've come up with my proposal for a thirteen-month calendar. It begins in September (in our current calendar), because that of year has always felt like the real beginning of the year for me.
