Dancing to Dirges

Depressing and happy things Tim says, sometimes while drunk

Monday, November 19, 2007

Stretch stretch your fingers in the sky

Today's really my sort of day. This morning I took the dog out, and the world was wrapped in quiet mist and gray. Not a sound on the street, just quiet leaves shuffling under our feet, the drip, drip from the last leaves to fall. Trees like tangled black lightning combing through low clouds, their tips dipped in fog and faded away. I'm pretty happy with today.


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