Friday, October 21, 2005
Autumn
The air is getting cold. Autumn is floating heavily into my urban town, clearing out the sidewalk tables and tripling the thickness of the clothing on the teenage schoolgirls. I can feel the air moving through the glass balcony door, and I close the drapes against the dusk to insulate my home.
I take out a book. I curl up on the floor, back against the sofa, wrapped in soft fleece. Autumn is here, and I am happy.
I take out a book. I curl up on the floor, back against the sofa, wrapped in soft fleece. Autumn is here, and I am happy.
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