cooled raze so summer sees fit to offer up an early preview of autumn, or whatever now passes for a period of incipient decline before the cold comes in to cover everything and kick it while its back is turned. bare skin buried under denim. short sleeves made long-limbed by an anorak of acrylic and polyester. the wood that wears me like a dirty shirt expands and contracts. and still the sun stings my eyes while i watch the skyline shiver and shimmer, too seasoned to guess at what shape tomorrow might take. 240820 ... epitome of incomprehensibility cold_feet 240821 what's it to you? who go blather from