but I turn my face away,
unwilling to heed her advice.
Then thermal currents swirl
about us and I must obey -
unfold my wings and fly!
Not a sensible thing to do, if one is trying to move forwards! But as clocks never need to contemplate such an action, it seems only fitting for me to ponder upon the subject on their behalf, as my bedtime approaches...
The UK has always had a reputation for 'dodgy' weather (more wet than dry) but now, thanks to global warming, unpredictable ocean currents and rapidly melting ice caps, we are often at the mercy of unseasonable heat. Up to 30°C temperatures forecast in May or June, was something that never happened when I was a youngster; I hear those words echo in my skull, and my brain interrupts, askance.
"What? Am I old now? Surely not?"
But when I see the white haired octogenarian I never imagined being, peering at me from a mirror, I have to admit the truth, and grin and bear it!
|Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut