Another day, spiraling in transition, sitting here sipping
on a second cup of coffee.
I mean, I’m sipping on the second cup of coffee, not the day,
spiraling in transition.
The day, spiraling in transition is sipping ice tea; herbal green,
I think.
I know...I have to watch the dangling participles
You have to be careful where you dangle your participles,
especially these days when everyone loves jumping to conclusions; transitions
or not.
So Summer Solstice is right around the corner.
Yeah, for real...I saw it grabbing a hot dog from the guy with
the snack truck, just outside the park.
To be honest, I’m not sure if it paid—in fact I know it
didn’t pay— since Summer Solstice never carries cash. Mostly because it’s so
full of itself, it figures somebody is bound to pick up the check, which they
usually do.
But now that Summer Sol, as I like to call it, has gulped
down its hot dog, I have to admit it does feel as if we’re finally making the jump into
full fledge “Official” summer.
In fact, now that spring knows it’s on the way out, it seems
to have surrendered completely and dropped a bunch of upper 80 plus degree days
on us.
I guess as if to say...“What...what
cold and dreary days are you talking about, Writer Boy?”
What...? I have a complicated relationship with all
the seasons.
