good morning!
I won’t be fooled again. No sir.
After a horrendous summer filled with scorching temperatures and oppressive humidity, a cool wave has descended upon Washington DC.
The wather is, dare I say, pleasent.
So much of it conjures memories of autumn. Ahh, how I long to walk along the streets of Old Town Alexandria. The leaves crunching below my feet. Ahh, the cool crisp air.
But I must snap from this trance. I am no fool.
It is false fall (or autumn, I guess).
Do not let Starbucks’ rollout of seasonal beverages deceive you, we are still in the throngs of summer. I have lived in the East Coast long enough to know of this ephemeral respite.
There was once a day I was foolish. I wore a jumper in New York City - and a jacket! How foolish, how naiive.
No, no. I won’t be fooled again.
Still, autumn whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Calling me closer, closer, closer.
Drawing me in to its sweets arms. How I wish to bring myself to draw myself near.
But no, I won’t be fooled. For it it summer still. These temperatures are but a mirage. A mirage! Stay away from me, sly deceiver. Stay away!
I will gladly crawl into the arms of autumn when the time comes. But today is not the day.
Fitzie’s track of the day: My Fairy King, by Queen
And now for your links:
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