(Yesterday)
Watching the call-centre sky from a morning shift at work. Too hot in the morning, as always. Still too hot to wear a jacket! Gathering clouds. Love that phrase. A sense of conspiracy in the sky. gather for rain if course. Why else would they gather?
Finish work at 1:30pm. Raining. Oh yes. This is it. This feels like autumn. I wander into Waterstones where I buy a paperback copy of 'The Conspiracy Against The Human Race' by Thomas Ligotti. Light rain. Autumnal relief. Tescos. Dinner. Vacuum and tidy up. Deposit clothes away from the flor and into the clothes bin. Sleep (for a bit).
Wake up. An hour so till I leave for the pub. Twilight room. Happy in the evening. Cosy-comfy. Could drift on the bed and not go out. Flick through books and comics. Listen to unlistened to albums. I download Savage Republic's 'Ceremonial' album.
Go out.
Step into that cool evening air. Wait for the bus.
It doesn't feel like summer any more.
