"Hmm..." I said to myself. "Fifties. Seventies is warm. Eighties is warm. But what is fifties?" I had actually forgotten what it feels like to be warm. "Fifties must still be cold then," I say, and so I put on my winter coat and venture outside.
It turns out that 'in the fifties' is actually quite balmy. I was about a degree away from actually sweating in my coat.
And then I think to myself, "Today would be a great day to go to the creek behind my house! Too cold for snakes to be up and bitey, but warm enough so that my feet won't freeze off in the water! Perhaps my brother will accompany me..."
And then I remember that I am at school, two hours away from home or any creek lonely enough that I could get completely disgusting and no one would see or care. Sure, there are little stream things on campus, but all right next to pathways, the 'scenic route' if you will.
And then I was sad.
|Those black smudges are my dogs, Fuzz and Rosie|
|Also, my brother is Sasquatch.|