in August I yearn for Autumn, crisp mornings with bright blue skies, contrasting with orange leaves which artfully decorate the pavement
in reality damp, decaying leaves lie in dullish brown piles by the roadside on another dishearteningly grey afternoon. The only orange is the reflection of street lights in the pavement on a wet evening.

On the internet not much changes
myspace, facebook, google+
livejournal, blogspot, tumblr


Post Script: Updating this thing is an almost seasonal activity. I don't have many ideas lately