rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Brrrr

February cold has arrived in November. I take my life in my hands every time I step out the door! My ears could grow brittle and break off! Well, maybe I'm overreacting just a bit. But it's cold!

Though the afternoon was gray, the moon now shines from a clear sky, so (for the moment) there is no risk of snow. Snow before the mulberry leaves are gone is definitely evil, and probably a sign of the Apocalypse. It would displease me for the world to end before I get more persimmons. So far this year, I've had only one, and it wasn't quite ripe. The bright and cheerful persimmon is one of winter's consolations, and annihilation must be deferred until I have more.

I will now shower, and thaw my ears with the warm water.
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