tales of a girl in the city

août 30, 2005

What's Next

The light is changing again. I come out of the office, and it's a little darker already. Obnoxious store windows are already screaming "FALL!!" and displaying scarves and tweed in colors like rust and eggplant. No more linen, no more lemon yellow and soon it will be too cool to let my legs show.

The wind will come soon, along with all of that noise. The crinkly descent. My crunching walk home. Though right now the air is not yet moving or noisy. Appropriately, it's thick and steamed with silence, holding me very still. Holding me in place, even though there are things I should be moving toward. Weighing me down, when what I need is motion.