| Morose |
[Aug. 23rd, 2006|03:03 pm]
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It's noticeably dark before nine o'clock now. Those lingering summer evenings have gone, and I barely noticed them while they were here. The late season insects drone behind the rhythms of the remaining crickets. That nights are cool again pleases me, but that I'm unable to look at the stars does not. Bending my neck to get a view of the sky is still painful. I can imagine this state continuing into the autumn nights of moonlit clouds, and thus me missing them. Having messed up vertebrae really bites. |
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