David M (dmascellani) wrote,
David M

Nothing Much.

I was home alone watching an 'Everybody Loves Raymond' rerun that I hadn't seen before. (Was the title of that show meant to be ironic?)

I lay on my lounge, on my side, and wrote this post with a pen on a blank A4 page. My windows and doors were open. A strong, cool, refreshing wind blew throughout my home. The day had been hot and stuffy. The wind felt good. Real good.
If I were being paid for this post I would have put in more of an effort into thinking up an apt simile or metaphor to describe just how good that wind felt.

I must admit that I'm a bit jealous of writers who can think up impressive literary tropes as freely and easily as a cool breeze blowing through a hot house.

I couldn't think of a way to end this post. And I still can't. Take it easy.

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