the winter of my discombobulation
Afternoon at the Riverbank cafe in the town of Newbridge.
Sexicia Du Bois, long haired and lissom limbed, sitting at a corner table.
It is not at all impossible that she is smiling slow and sad at me across the room.
The ghost of John Keats appears at my shoulder.
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever Heelers," he murmurs sagely.
There is a moment's pause.
"Rubbish Keatsy," I harrumph. "A thing of beauty is infinitely depressing."
posted by heelers | 6:38 PM
2 Comments:
Coincidentally, this was supposedly "Blue Monday", the most depressing day of the year.
I thought that was the day after St. Valentine's Day. ;)
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