i just want to stay in bed all day. i had hoped all this wind would clear the air but it stayed sky full shroud grey. we may snow today. i shrink from the politic and i shrink from the weather. go from dog to dog like warm island lights calling. in all weather they call and i go.
for six months we have the winter, the prelude and the postlude, then the brief summer. i had the mysterious affliction for the duration, and now r. is gone, and when she returns the fall prelude will begin. what will it be in between. i'm in between now i can't say. will mister and i swim?