New Years

By xz on November 1, 2003 4:46 PM |

max comes and sits next to me, letting me scratch his neck. after a minute i stop and he lies down at my feet. what could be nicer?

it's november. the crisp in the air freezes all sorts of memories; stopping their spread like a chill does to scent. and they fall from the air and blow away like dried leaves. autumn, they call it.

i think i'll start celebrating new years this week.

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