At the end of the year I find myself running out of words. I'm like the clouds that have been bringing our recent paltry storms. My thoughts drizzle or mist and not much else. Maybe I'm too attuned to the weather and it determines my state of mind.
Anyway, I have to go shower so my hair will be dry before I go out at midnight to listen to the new year noise. Happy New Decade.
Anyway, I have to go shower so my hair will be dry before I go out at midnight to listen to the new year noise. Happy New Decade.