August 8, 2008

I've crossed three time zones and several climates. I have yet to decide what will become of 80 and Sunny. Maybe it will be a cute nickname for all the lightning bugs outside across the field out here in the Michigan country. Maybe it will be a dream mantra, a sun dance chant. All that I know is that constant sunshiny weather will probably be rare come fall around here. I will have to start a new blog, "Windchill Factor" if I stay north.

Tonight is a chilly sixty and damp, damp like your legs in shorts against a vinyl booth seat that a waitress just cleared off with a wet rag.