I met god the other day, in a Dunkin Donuts. They looked busy, bleary-eyed and in a hurry, so I didn’t say hello.

Persephone likes the wintertime, I’ve learned. She sneaks out of the underworld on weekends and makes snow angels, enchants snowmen.

Athena is the patroness of college campuses, and if you take the train uptown you might see her on the Columbia campus. If you answer a riddle, or tell her something she doesn’t know, she’ll let you into the observatory.

Bragi is always there for open mic night. He’s always just a little bit drunk, but it seems to make him more prolific, rather than less so.

Thoth shuts himself up in laboratories, looking at quarks, trying to derive the nature of godhood. Bring some snacks and questions and he’ll tell you the secrets of the universe.

Sekhmet waits in line at the blood bank, again. They tell her it isn’t healthy to be donating so often, but one leoline snarl is enough to stop their protests.

Hades walks through the streets in an old sweatshirt and a scarf, and he doesn’t laugh in the jovial atmosphere, but he does smile. He sits down in small teashops and talks for hours with the proprietors, about death, and life, and the long sleep of winter.