Woke up in a daze, a glaze, a superficial glazed over roundabout pretty nice day kind of luck. I wish I had a box full of sweaters as I feel cold from the inside out. I’ll go sleuthing out a knitted retreat later today, although, by then, the sun will be parting this overcast sky and will begin its dance about the sky. The streaks of warmth will pour on my skin, like honey, becoming a gold laced solvent. I wish my head would clear though, and that the numbers would add up. I wish that this fuzzy ruffled heaving breath of lions, and dying leaves, would wink back knowingly at me.
You must know how much I miss you.
October Leaves :: The Good Life