Thursday, November 02, 2006

Twilight approaches


It got cold in a hurry. The skin on my hands and lips is drying and rupturing in protest. My bladder is confused. I am obliged to wear either a rollneck, which makes me look old and chunky, or a scarf, which makes me look affected and possibly homosexual. Not that I think there's anything wrong with that, necessarily, as long as you are. Gay, that is. Apparently my brain is feeling the chill too. There are some obvious consolations, of course. You can retrieve your winter coats from the dry cleaners, there are fireworks, which last a month, it seems, nowadays, and the dipping sun in a clear sky casting fabulous shadows on the buildings around where I work. Sometimes, as the afternoon turns into evening, I get five minutes to watch the light creep up the church and disappear.

4 comments:

Cape Codder said...

Congrats on being spammed, Tom!

Tom Miles said...

You should see my inbox. There's something about my e-mail address which screams "THIS GUY NEEDS VIAGRA, EXTRA CASH AND A SPURIOUS DEGREE!"

Nancy said...

How 'bout a fetching pair of earmuffs? Something in a nice burbery plaid, maybe?

Gaijinity said...

You have FIREWORKS and SUN in winter? I hate you.