November 16, 2011
Memories of the "with snow" version coming into Lansing the day after a blizzard.
Memories of the "with in the middle of reading a Harry Potter hardcover on the shuttle from terminal to terminal (Dallas?) in a wicked storm" version.
Fresh. The fresh and the green.
Plastic against a heating element.
The guy at the Sunglasses Hut.
It's Boots Season.
It's You See It Everywhere Season.
Who wouldn't like a little more time? That's no way to separate.
Memories of borders and all the things I want to get done or get going in the next six months.
Visions of the get-got, tasting the get-gotten and how good that'll be.
One, two, three.
Let's do this thing, k?