Oh pick me up and carry me home/ I fear that I am dyin'
Friday, September 6th, 2013 11:33 pmI think it's been all of five years since I last did the endurance feat known as Acclimatize the New Bugs. Should be grateful that I still *can* do it, but then again, four years of chiropracty and two of acupuncture must count for something?
Early shift this morning (is partly why I'm so wasted) and cold enough that I needed a neck warmer. Then became cotton trousers and tshirt weather.
The three days after the cold blew in Monday afternoon were indescribably other world. I knew they were indescribable even as they happened. I can't remember them here in returned September mug, but I remember their shadows in the past. Blue skies and cool light, shifting leaves and grey velvet clouds: back-to-school in the 50s, going-to-Europe in the 80s, unmarked hours on the bicycle in Tokyo: Waseda-dori where chestnut leaves fell, Nakasendou-dori through small 'downtown' knots of shops and bookstores. Also unpacking seven boxes of manga in my front hallway in 2003, while the bright sun bounced off the white linoleum. A sense of purpose and the promise of new lands, mental or physical or both. Autumn is always so full of promise, and very occasionally it delivers.
Early shift this morning (is partly why I'm so wasted) and cold enough that I needed a neck warmer. Then became cotton trousers and tshirt weather.
The three days after the cold blew in Monday afternoon were indescribably other world. I knew they were indescribable even as they happened. I can't remember them here in returned September mug, but I remember their shadows in the past. Blue skies and cool light, shifting leaves and grey velvet clouds: back-to-school in the 50s, going-to-Europe in the 80s, unmarked hours on the bicycle in Tokyo: Waseda-dori where chestnut leaves fell, Nakasendou-dori through small 'downtown' knots of shops and bookstores. Also unpacking seven boxes of manga in my front hallway in 2003, while the bright sun bounced off the white linoleum. A sense of purpose and the promise of new lands, mental or physical or both. Autumn is always so full of promise, and very occasionally it delivers.
