"Just when you think you are out, they pull you right back in ..." reminds you of summer which appears to disappear ever so often. I write this, watching icy sleet striking the window next to my cubicle, Its Mid-March, for god's sake ... enough already.
"Winter" has been predictably, unpredictable this year. Temperatures swung from low - lows to high - highs, and that affects people in unpredictable ways especially, someone from the tropics.
"When does it end? "
I remember saying that towards the end of summer last year. Bottomline, I have a low threshold for same old unlike some who flourish no matter what the season.
Hey! But I still love seasons when they begin i.e, its just the continuity that gets me.
Dave Mathews Band: "...See this monkey sitting on a tree, One day, decided to climb down, And run off to the city. Look at him now, Tired and drunk And living on the street. As good as dead. You see, a monkey should know, Stay up your tree..."
Stop and Go
About Me
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- Every day, situation and moment presents each of us with infinite interpretations. I try looking for a humorous angle.