The sky is on fire, a kind of cold fire, like some other country’s war is in town for the night. At the distant stadium, there’s men bitching over cheap cups of expensive beer and torn tickets. But the town is quiet. It isn’t the kind of place that salesmen in some real estate stage play would break their balls, backs or ethics to sell to old people on fixed incomes.
But it’s home, and it’s raining and it’s beautiful, and I wish I had a waterproof sleeping bag so that I could sleep out for the night.
judi (@togainunochi)
/ January 23, 2012Sounds very romantic. I’d rather have a screened in porch that I could sleep on and enjoy the rain.
Dan Ryan
/ January 23, 2012::-))