Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.
Monday, September 21, 2009
someone called me over when it was raining. "hello, my daily dose of sunshine." and then it struck me how the pattern repeats. always the daily dose. not the day. never the day. even aquaintances tell me that. they don't leave it unsaid