With fingernails that shine like justice...

and a voice that is dark like tinted glass, she is fast, thorough and sharp as a tack. She is touring the facility and picking up slack...

Sunday, October 02, 2005

One, two, buckle my shoe

I knew it was coming. They said it would be here. I guess I wasn't paying attention. I was caught off guard, unprepared.
Autumn in the Pacific Northwest.
Its raining. And it will probably continue to rain until Thanksgiving.
I have to find my shoes. Where the fuck are my shoes?
I haven't worn more than bare feet or sandals since April.
So, today, goodbye to shoeless feet, in haiku form....

Fearing damp and cold
Little hobbit toes retreat
Inside until Spring

Now, where the hell is my rain jacket?