It happens outside of myself, comes in to my brain through one of my physiological capacities I possess that provide input for perception. The data gets processed in my mind, where I add some herbs and spices, cultivated from the residual build-up from previous cycles of traffic. It brews for a bit, then makes its way down my neck, arms, then fingers. It gets typed up. Then you read it.
Monday, November 5, 2007
The cold has hit my head
It's been cold a lot more often lately. Although we've already had a few days with low temperatures, it has finally hit me that I do have to wear a jacket everyday. It didn't become an automatic habit for me until yesterday. I know it's going to become a security blanket, and eventually it will be difficult to remember that I don't have to wear it anymore.
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