Shivery
Motivation for walking was good this afternoon, despite setbacks to the climate; the dull gray skies and chilly air were a fine contrast to the burgeoning magnolia buds and full-blown daffodil
Epigraph for a Borges' short fiction:
"So the Platonic year
Whirls out new right and wrong,
Whirls in the old instead;
All men are dancers and their tread
Goes to the barbarous clangour of a gong."
W.B. Yeats: The Tower
Epigraph for a Borges' short fiction:
"So the Platonic year
Whirls out new right and wrong,
Whirls in the old instead;
All men are dancers and their tread
Goes to the barbarous clangour of a gong."
W.B. Yeats: The Tower
posted by isabelita at 11:36 AM
2 Comments:
Too shivery for the flowers to survive?
We've been having glorious sunny but not hot weather. Which is supposed to change starting tomorrow.
The weather is getting to me already. I'm surprised you can't hear me cursing the sky. I'm shouting pretty loudly, and shaking my fist. Damn it's been cold.
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