A Sunday Night in Mid-October
I'm sitting on the sectional couch, which is my bed, in my living room. Cold Case Files is on TV, but I haven't been watching it since it started. I have no idea what they are invistigating... in fact, what they are doing right now doesn't seem to match up with the story I thought I was watching... anyways, I'm wearing warm clothes (sweater, thick jeans) and there are pillows and blankets on all sides. I'm comfortable. My laptop is on my lap and the gentle clicking sound of the keyboard interrupts the TV show as I type. It's gotten cold out... however, it's colder than it should be this time of year. I love October because things die. Leaves... mostly. And flowers and other plants. I don't love the fact that things die -- don't get me wrong. I love the somber tone that accompanies the death. It's a somer time of year. Regarding Somber: I have been using the term quite a lot lately. I use it to describe my songs, the way I feel at times... I enjo