Aimless Steps

aimless steps
in brightness, pale blue
and not a wisp
but yellow leaves and brown
abound
feeding a cold, cold unflickering fire
of melancholy
in a place that can't be a heart
because hearts beat

A Cold Summer Turning Into a Freezing Autumn?

LOL. You might expect something like this after a night of drinking, but I'd only had one glass! I was attempting to pour a glass of (quite cheap) Merlot and was baffled as nothing came out of the bottle. I then realised I'd left the cap on! In my defense, I had the lights off at the time.

Just having a relaxing evening with a couple of glasses of wine, some crisps and Spaceballs on DVD. Call it a celebration of the beginning autumn, or a wake for the passing summer or whatever. You need to do something like this every once in a while. But now I fear I'm starting to sober up, so I guess I ought to be heading for bed...