Life in Old Louisville

As Fall Sleeps and Slips through my fingers, I feel the bitter cold bite of winter.
The Dusty Coats Come out and my fingers feel chapped.

How many days until spring’s first bloom?
The Purple Bursts of Life

Then the Sun will melt our skin to our leather seats; we will seek refuge in air-conditioned rooms so cold it gives you a headache.

This process of seasons, year after year.

october 27th, 2009