It’s November, yet we have warm rains, balmy days, zephyrs at our elbows, and the promise of another harvest moon.
….what will it be,
….short sleeves or down vest?
….puzzled, I run naked thru dreams
Back pains from too much endless hauling around of exhibition paraphernalia, the doc says I just need to walk more. Aromatherapy oils rubbed in here and there, I smell like a drugstore in heat.
….simple: don’t haul, just
….load up shoulders and walk
….thru the odors smiling
Could be worse.