Heat Cold

it has finally happened what I knew would eventually happen in the later part of the summer.

i have come to be annoyed with the heat and i start to fancy that i smell the sharp smell of freezing when you step outside in the morning, the lasting taste of coffee in your mouth. it's as if you can taste the bermuda grass going dormant on the short breezes that confront your face. i'm ready for sweaters again. or sometimes i imagine that i'm sitting in a dank room, not dark, but with just a desk lamp on or something, wearing a sweater, and seeing out a window a foggy cold scene, and hearing downstairs the sounds of someone listening to the NPR all things considered theme.

in other matters i've randomly started listening to (some of) Madonna (i.e. some music she made when she was Madonna, not whatever her name is now, or at least I think i remember hearing that she calls herself something else these days). One day here at work there was a playlist file on the desktop of one of the computers here, so I played it, listened to it a couple of times that day, and am listening to it now. funny how things like that just happen.