There are no clouds in the sky, the sun kisses the soon to be fallen leaves of last season. I'm sitting here feeling much like Thorough (or whoever did that ghastly tale called "Walden"...I think that's what it's called). Anyway, the shining pine needles, shadow scattered sidewalk, and gleaming cars make me feel as though I'm missing something. I should be outside playing...but what, and with who?
dessertofdeath · Thu Apr 21, 2005 @ 10:29pm · 0 Comments |