Something Seems To Be Creeping In . . .

Two days ago, I felt a strange twinge as I went out to pick up my morning news paper. For several months, I have been bouncing out the door, picking up the news and then leaving the door open as I had my coffee. It was getting cooler. Tonight, it has become offically cold. I saw a neighbor wandering about in a winter coat. I have resorted to a long sleeve shirt and begun to shut doors and windows by dusk. I believe we have begun to slide down the slippery dune of cold sand into the winter. whoopie. I can hardly wait.

Nary Another Whisper

It gasped, then it was gone. Like it was all a bad dream, all of those tourists, the cars, the waward trash, it is suddenly over. The strange part is, now that Summer '07 is beyond help, the locals have sprung up in their place. The traffic seems worse now, mostly during the lunch than any other time. It is like we all have just woken up, and we are wandering around in a half-sleep, bumping into walls and dropping objects in our stupor.

Perhaps "tourist mode" has become second nature and we are all lost souls when they depart. Oh, lord, what have we let ourselves become?

Summer 2007's Last Gasps

Everyone is out today, on the beaches, in the parks, on the lakes, trying like hell to make the most of the last weekend of summer. The sad part is, that for too many, it will be the last weekend of any summer. Caution should never be undersetimated. Bravery and Stupidity are seperated by only the consequence, too fine a line to define what the real intent was. Be careful out there, I'm tired of hearing the ambulences go by.