The air is soft tonight. Mother natures' breath brushing softly over my skin. Or is it the first kiss of a would be lover as his lips caress my neck every so gently. I'm not really sure I've been touched and yet I notice a small shiver up my spine and goose bumps on my arms.
That's what the air is like tonight. Scottish mist. London fog. There but not there. Moist. Full of life. Succulent. The fragrance of wet leaves stir my senses. Autumn, fading with grace into winter. Canadian west coast evenings.
November 30, 2008
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