Another Day

The sun was so big and red last night as it hit the horizon and fired up the sky that I thought the weather surely has to change now. I was wrong, though. It is too early, still. Another day of heat and humidity has begun.

It seems as if that is all there is right now--another day.

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” (Jack Kerouac)