Oktoberfest

It's the last month of the year that will see me rooting around for my sunblock, and the first month since Spring that will rekindle my hatred for New England winters. I didn't like the idea of seeing my breath this morning until I realized that it was preferable to not seeing my breath. I have to wonder if my fellow commuters feel the same way.

Note to Self: don't sleep on the train. write something. wake up that muse!
Note to Muse: be a little more generous, will ya? automatic writing will take me only so far.
Muse to Self: leave me alone. I'm just a hypothetical construct, remember?

I remember.

looking for something fresh
a skunk
climbs out of the dumpster