this is where we look for things
11.03.04 - 12:16
the winding down of indian summer. winter waiting on the doorstep. a few false starts. the last warm gasp of sunshine. rain and cold and seasonal affective disorder. finals and job searches. thanksgiving. too much food. too little time away from everything. november is the cruelest month, putting heat and sunny days to bed. beach days were already too few and far between and now they are over. i sit here, wondering, wandering, wasting time. i listen to the same song over and over again. you are far enough to be impressed, but not so far to be depressed, drink your souvenirs and go your way.
