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.