Thursday, September 9, 2010
whiney autumn lament.
It's still hotter'n heck, hades, h-e-double hockey sticks here in Florida.
Tell me, what does fresh, cool air feel like?
I knew it once, a very long time ago.
Tucked in my bed as the evening settled in, curtains dancing upon the cool autumn air.
...and the breeze would lightly kiss my cheek.
The tree frogs and crickets sang their orchestrated lullaby as a girl drifted off to sleep.
Now all I have are hot flashes in the middle of the night, a damp t-shirt and lizards staring at me through the window.
...the dog sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed, dreaming and snoring like an old, craggy sea captain. Nice.
I miss the dancing curtains and the songs of the night critters.
...Autumn in Florida just isn't the same!