Overcast and horrific. The humidity is murder between squalls down pour.
Another afternoon off of the Allegheny
where I wait for my phone to ring for a fishing trip.
It does not.
How good was the sex when thunder rolled and lightning struck.
Fingering my keys and wondering how long it would take to drive into your front door, parking pretty and spotless without a permit because I will not stay long and do not you worry your head.
Another afternoon off of the Allegheny with no fishing in sight;
no prospects, no free time, and no sense of humor.
How good would that trip have been, heels up on a windowsill, considering driving regardless.
I love you. I laud you. I will get loud for you. Overcast and horrific.
Easing into Monday. Feeling the land beforefeelingthelayofthemap. Wait?
Overcast and horrific. Humidity is murder.
August around a corner.
"Don't you wanna get some?"
"Let's do this!"
The rain keeps coming, penetrating Monday as a side experiment. It's not an adventure if it happens every day said a person to no one. Confucius said a lot of things, did he not?
I am aggressive. I am faulty. I am fingering my keys.
