i don't want to be seen as a pretty thing;
it's the pretty things we're always breaking

the almost freezing rain

how the year has turned. last week, warm (or at least warmish) and bright; this week, as i leave work i walk from the chill flourescence of westgate mall into dark and rain. the droplets of rain plink off my windshield, frozen on their way down. when i walked the trash out later tonight, i found that the rain remained unfrozen, the world caught in the strange limbo that late octoboer / early november brings.

note the splendid forecast.

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