sixty degrees

i thought that hurricanes were supposed to be tropical monsters, but

by four o'clock the skies were blue, there was a breeze, it was sixty degrees. i almost fell in love with the world.

i ran twice around the lake, like i usually do, except i did not sweat, because it was sixty degrees.

there were no nasty geckos running around, because it was sixty degrees.

ditto, bugs.

the nauxious smells of the city were lessened, because it was sixty degrees.

everyone was out in the parks, walking their dogs and babies and jackets.

i had a dumb smile on my face. i was reveling in sixty degrees with sunny blue skies and some breezes. i almost got sentimental. i almost developed crushes. i almost said hi to strangers. i almost petted wandering dogs.

in my heaven, it is sixty degrees all of the time. it is never not sixty degrees. sixty degrees is what it is, always. there is no place on the earth that even stays close to sixty degrees all of the time.

that is such bullshit. but i will try to keep a positive about this.

a hurricane just delivered one day of autumn. it was my first autumn day in longs of time. that was sweet of wilma.

but what wasnt sweet was the thing about the mayan riviera. i was sorry to hear about playa del carmen.

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i have listened to nothing but bob dylan for many many days. i guess this is the sort of mood you have when nothing else quite fits. that is very unusual for me.

i have nasty shin splints. i think i am moving my legs incorrectly.