I Gripe about the Weather

It's not that I love cold weather, because I don't. But here we are, in the middle of October, and IT IS 91 DEGREES OUTSIDE. That is WRONG.

Because I can't wear all the awesome clothes I bought for fall.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Autumn is just a state of mind. Rilke said it best:
Autumn Day

Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the
and wander the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell,
"The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke" (Random House)

- Steve


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