The weather report says that a cold front is coming. But today is t shirt weather. Wash your car weather.
Driving to Starbucks, my reward before the work, I listen to the radio. A flute quartet by Mozart.
The trees have all turned. Yellow leaves against a bright blue sky.
The clouds are fluffy, like the whipped cream on my coffee.
This afternoon everything floats.
Friday, November 21, 2008
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