Fall has arrived and the afternoons linger. Fall at sunset is loitering. It wears jeans and a grey hoodie and leans on a wall on the Western side of the grocery store so it can feel the sun on its face.
The year is winding down and I am amazed, again, that 12 months have come and gone and so little has changed. Time has moved so much faster than any plans I might have come up with and ten times as fast as any action I might actually have accomplished. I am, again, astonished.
I plead insanity
Cause I can't leave but I can't stay
You say: won't you come find me?
and yes is what I say
Why does inertia pull harder in thin air?