Thursday, April 20, 2006
Hot
It's getting hot, not quite full-bore, sick-hot yet, but you can feel it coming in the breeze. I love it. I can't say why. It's not rational. It's miserable and sticky. But I do. Somehow, when that white-hot light blasts down on those brilliant-bright houses and streets, the city never looks more like home.
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s'why I didn' go back to Maine.
ReplyDeleteAh, I miss NOLA summers. And by NOLA summers, I mean, NOLA all year long.
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