Thursday, February 10, 2011

Like a Broken Record

On the train or in the car, I am constantly seized by a desire to look down on my lap and see naked thigh. Because what good is a faint breeze if it's your pants that feel it.
Once I was a kid and the air from the rolled down windows swished around my unclad calves. It stuck.


  1. Summer seems to be eons away, doesn't it? But, really, it's just around the corner.

  2. It's true. I feel like it will never come!


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