chap0215
Fall comes to me like the poison from a blow fish swimming through open salt water and flying into landlocked fresh water lakes. I want the poison of fall more than the recluse summer.
I recently met a half of an orange and a half of a banana, making it a whole lot better than meeting a whole apple.
The wind outside smacks the window sill like an earthquake induced tsunami wave hits the sea shore grave. All I can think about is the daunting task ahead of me. The scarf on my hat rack will quick fix the mayhem
The keys on my keychain never seem to fit the role of a good neighbor to the other keys on the keychain. The keys are always clashing on certain life issues. I will never understand this about my keychain
15 Minute ETA until flight departure. I pass a barber along the walkway. Barely make my flight as I take a deep breath in my seat: 23A. I wish I had stopped for a shave