all smiles and business these days

in november, they dream of sunny climates and warm skies; i dream of winter white coats and heavy clouds.

they empty drawers of other summers, and i wade through autumn memories so thick they threaten to pull me in once and for all.

i still find pieces of my life, now and then, in taxicabs and drawbridges over a river, in nighttime big city lights and late night pizza.

"my life is going great for the first time in a long time," you wrote, and i wondered how long is a long time.

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