Here in Providence, it's a chilly June afternoon. In fact, it's a chilly Summer Solstice. Outside, it's 72˚F. On June 21st. In my office, it's quite a bit cooler than that, I think.
Yesterday, I spent the day looking for a new story. I didn't find one. Today, I'll resume the chase. Tonight, I might leave the house and take part in the Pride Parade on the East Side. Though, just the thought of looking for parking makes me tired. Never mind my rotten fucking feet. I haven't marched in a pride parade since 1993.
Here we are on the longest day of the year, before the shortest night, and the march back towards winter begins. Fuck it.