Bonbon-Mots
Thursday, May 19th, 2005Sometimes I’m afraid that when I’ll finally be ready to talk, people will have stopped listening.
Sometimes I’m afraid that when I’ll finally be ready to talk, people will have stopped listening.
The weather is schizophrenic these days. One moment it’s warm and sunny. Like summer. And then suddenly the clouds come rolling in. Just for a little rainshower. Then the sun comes back. It was hailing yesterday even. Fairly big hails. Hail is like snow gone bad. It’s snow’s evil twin. Somewhere in the sky a […]