September 1, 2008
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goodbye, summer...
i can't complain...it was a really good summer. full, like summers should be. i shed a tear for you today. we had such a good time, so parting is always bittersweet. somehow, with your cool nights filled with a chorale of crickets, you make me forget the hot, stuffy days where i didn't feel like doing much. instead you fill my head with sugar plum dreams of heads bobbing above the deep swells of the ocean, music wafting from the loud orchestra as the silent film plays, darkened theatres of french movies that made my heart hurt, cold beers on an iron boat, cutting the still waters with the point of my red kayak, and o, those evening drives when i opened the moon roof and breathed in the night. no, i can't complain. but, fall, i am still waiting for you, too...
Comments (2)
Looks like an appropriate place to read that book. I’m curious, though, as to the combination of drinks you’re having.
well, the corona was for me, and the other(?) for r, who stepped away for a minute.
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