I got on my bike this morning and as I rode down our street the sun was bright and warm, such that, as they might have said in France a thousand years ago:
Bels fut li vespres, e li soleilz fut cler
Then I turned into a street upon which the morning sun had not yet shone and up which a cold, biting wind was blowing. I like to have died. It is still winter.
Add your comment below, or
trackback from your own site.
Subscribe to these comments.
Don't be a jerk.
You can use these tags:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>
Recent Comments