New Year My Ass
The sky had an interesting look today—kind of a half-light, half-dark thing that I found very outrageous. In simpler times, medical explanations for such phenomena just sort of up and presented themselves. Nowadays you don't know where you stand. You could be a fake nurse in a real orchard, or a monolingual mouse in a European sitcom. Either way, how do you know the right way to act? By sense of smell? Doesn't matter, I guess—storm's coming. All bets are off cavorting in one of those invisible dimensions described in some half-forgotten documentary. No wonder the night gets cold when your memory walks sexily by.