Whirlwind of Kleenex

I look out my window. And the sun is shining. The sky is a thin cottony blue. Trees are green and gold and red-brown. I like it. Contrarywise, I mislike the coldness seemingly intrinsic to this time of the year. It hit me in the face this morning as I went out to the car. The cold slapped my cheeks and nose and ears, leaving them red and tingling. It seeped down my collar and onto my arms. No, I don't like the cold. I would be like a bear if I could... sleeping seven months cosy and curled up on my side. Sleeping...


I like to think of this blog as an ongoing literary experiment.