Dec 16th, 2007 by lekhni
She wakes up, and gets ready to go out
Hurriedly wears a sweater, still inside out
Her jacket, her cap, no half measures here
Black leather gloves lined with cashmere
Her boots, then rushes out in the snow
Walks as quickly as the slippery ice will allow
Reaches her mailbox, grabs the paper and
slowly walks back home.
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Wow. It’s uncanny how just these eight lines can deliver such a sense of melancholy.
Sounds so damn cold! Brrrrrrrr:)
Lol…fantastic way to put what I have been teasing my hubby about too
Wonderful…beautiful..
ArSENik: Yes, it’s sad when the highlight of the morning is the paper
and then you have to dress up to get it..
dipali: Yes, and four more months to go
Siri: Ah! a fellow sufferer. Welcome, welcome..they say misery loves company
rajk: Thanks!