So I heard them two days ago. Honking their little feathered asses off right above my head. Walking down a street near our apartment, I noticed a guy on his veranda holding a cup of coffee, who, upon hearing those harbingers of 'hiver' sighed and turned back into his apartment, exclaiming to someone inside...'Les maudites oies sont parties!' The geese have gone south
My heart fell. Fuck. It's over.
And today is so grey and wet and miserable, I feel like hibernating for the winter. (Ain't no way I'm going south with all the damn hurricanes). I'm gonna find myself a nicely lit cave and curl up with a book and my iPod Shuffle. Yah, that's right. Screw winter in its ear.
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