The Cooler
Oct. 9th, 2005 05:57 amThe air coming out of the vent at my feet is rapidly making them toasty. My hands are still cold from the chilly air outdoors where I was watching the sky-- that one with all the bright stars and the patches of rumpled clouds. The plunging temperature will make more leaves change color. They, however, will turn red or yellow, while my hands, had they been exposed much longer, would have turned blue. Ah, colorful autumn! A delightful season, very bad for my dexterity. Gradually, the feeling returns to my digits. Now I can do this:
( Sunday Verse )
( Sunday Verse )