Hearts & Errata
I wore socks with hearts for Valentine’s Day.
It was pretty much nice, though gray-framed. But now it has turned. I’m so tired of that.
Outside, the rain sounds like an on-going sigh. There is a glass (mostly empty) of red wine near my right hand. The news is on TV. Fourteen has nearly slipped to fifteen. Middle of this short month.
I’m tired.
And I am wearing my hearts on my feet.