in these daily gray washes

pushing a remembrance of florida, and then for NY, and perhaps now a slight pity for such; it's august 12th and the weather's a chilly fifty-nine degrees. fifty-nine degrees!... but there are these clouds to go with it, and the grayness is only accentuated by the daily drizzle of rain. still, while weekend travel plans become checked for another; I'm feeling a preference to this non-sweaty dampness as I take my trail-based walks and street-side bike rides. then also it is true that there's such an odd thrill to be traveling along in these winter clothes in the midst of summer. collar popped and scarf wrapped tight, I tread a brisk ground, and the cornfields sound the wind's working.