It’s up to sixty degrees today, sweltering in contrast to the early morning rains.
How is it still supposed to snow on Thursday?
Must be a regional construct. Silly thing, this weather, clogging drainpipes with tree hair; turning over new leaves.
Purrball curled up in front of the window; the meowy one objecting to me needing to move. Cat doesn’t care if my leg is asleep.
As if dreams interrupted could lead to something greater.
Trying my best to bring you a muse,
Perhaps she’s hiding in the old country blues?
Swing dancing along these hyper charged lines
You are electric, keeping the time
Plugged in and attuned, abuzz whispering softly tick tock