The inspiration: A story: Her rhythmic sweeping never ceased even as three tipsy-tangled revelers bumbled by. She grinned, hearing the dramatic sigh behind her. “Why do you indulge in such stereotypes? A broom? Tonight?” “As if you never noticed my fondness for play, mysteries … even puns.” He shuddered, “Hmmph. As if this latest incarnation of calendaring is any less arbitrary.” “Oh stop. What matters is what it marks …