Harpier Cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

Herb's latest iteration turned up with a message about time. We mean, in a timely fashion. Sequins not indicated so much as other portents. In the evolving language of these synchrocnistic arrivals, this one has so many ominous implications that we're only now realizing what was/is being communicated. Times, they are a changin', it would seem, which led to another iteration of Herb-ness. Dance is still and ever indicated. Groove in the heart is as good of an immune booster as any.