shoebox_dw: (self discovery)
When I was very young
The canna lilies bloomed
To mark the end of summer.

Now they flaunt their blossom
All the warmer months around
And I am left behind
To write poetry.

...See, kids, this your brain on long bus commutes through the North York suburbs. Always make sure you bring a comic book along to read instead. I recommend the Adventures of Plastic-Man, if you can find it in the trade.

Anyway. Those lines appear here and now courtesy a long walk through the unexpected loveliness of an October twilight - a strange summer evening out of time. My currently brisk and action-oriented psyche doesn't quite know what to make of this whole weather situation, so I pacified it with the Rock/Psychedelia playlist on the iPod ("One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble/Not much between despair and ecstasy..." ) and carried on.

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