The Exchange
Fall is here, and with it, the annual exchange. This is far, far better than the fall/wint exchange. There is summer's warmth, for autumn's cool; summer's coloured flowers for fall's coloured leaves, and shorts and t-shirts for pants, and sweaters. But, always, always, lurks the threat of wint, whose cold, vicious grip is both heartless, and unrelenting. Wint will separate your soul from your heart, crumple them like so much detritus by the side of the road, and discard them in the dungheap of life. Perhaps I am being a titch overly dramatic... NAH!!! It really is THAT bad. lol
The Exchange
Fall is here, and with it, the annual exchange. This is far, far better than the fall/wint exchange. There is summer's warmth, for autumn's cool; summer's coloured flowers for fall's coloured leaves, and shorts and t-shirts for pants, and sweaters. But, always, always, lurks the threat of wint, whose cold, vicious grip is both heartless, and unrelenting. Wint will separate your soul from your heart, crumple them like so much detritus by the side of the road, and discard them in the dungheap of life. Perhaps I am being a titch overly dramatic... NAH!!! It really is THAT bad. lol