Thursday, September 19, 2013

Trapped

A rough weather front is moving into the vicinity, violent storms are on the horizon, rain will soon be falling like it did in Noah's day, and I will gather the hours like a man cursed with the blues.

Summer is over.

I have lived here for the vast majority of my 63 years, and I've never adapted, never liked our winters.

Why didn't I move?

As I've said every year for ages, maybe next year.

For now, I'm trapped again.


TS

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