handcobbled claptrap from your favorite rural observer...
Saturday, August 23, 2014
The summer is waning, even as it hits its peak.
Long, hot summers have a way of dragging a longing for change from the soul of one weary of the general whole of it all, and this summer has done that to me. I'm not excited for what happens in January or February or for what I have to do to keep my heart and head above water during the winter as a whole, but it's nice to see some change as a person who stays in our little valley as much as I end up having to.