Monday, September 29, 2008

Clean And Cold

The clouds were like frozen violet-gray explosions this morning and the air was cold and clear and it is that time in the year that everything starts to feel slightly different.

There was a strange thunderstorm this morning that seemed out of place, but welcome.

All this new philosophy pouring into my head sends it spinning and spreading until I forget where I am or what I am doing.

I'm empty again but I'll take it for now.