Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet XXXIV
Outside temperature 9 am yesterday: 70 degrees Fahrenheit
Outside temperature 9 pm yesterday: 36 degrees Fahrenheit (not counting windchill)
Gah!
Categories: Poetry, Miscellaneous
1 comment:
MR: You know, that was exactly what I was thinking. The only trouble was I discovered that I didn't actually have a skirt short enough. The least you could have done is bought me one while we were at the outlet mall. Specially after I fluttered my eyelids at you so winningly
Post a Comment