I could hear the wind howling outside. Short, short, short and long howling and followed by one long howl. The sound remind me of David Noughton's painful screaming as he turning into a werewolf.
And not only that, as I was sitting at my sewing machine I could see the naked oak tree branches ourtside my living room window lunged at each other. My thought was, "those branches look angry."
But, one huge motivation that propelled me to get up, changed into riding clothes was the bright sun outside. The sun light streamed and fell onto my working table, and that was it.
The one hour quick ride stretched into two hour ride when I took a turn on Boylston Street and kept riding until Boston Garden. I stopped to get a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee and sat outside the Park Street T stop enjoying the 51 degree warm afternoon.
It was so warm, the Hot Dog guy opened his cart.
On my way home on Huntington Ave., the sun light reflected an object that I thought one huge spider web over the small trees.
It turned out a sheet of net thrown over the trees.
Hot Dogs. I used to miss those. Especially during those hot Jiffy Lube days. "TWO chilli dogs!"
Posted by: Gurindam Jiwa | January 17, 2012 at 04:09 AM