|Espresso, "It's complicated and scary!"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
The forecast called for sunny skies, temps in the upper 80's, and that overall "La Florida Fall" feeling. And we got all that.
But if you keep still and close your eyes, you will notice - I don't want to say ghostly" but generally difficult to quantify phenomena.
Like the scattered layer of disapproval, low and hugging the ground, made up of sideways looks, and "accidental" foot flicks toward any hoomin that has the misfortune to pass by.
Then there's the middle, broken layer. Hardly any hope of doing anything right shines through.
And finally, the ceiling; a solid deck of disdain, impenetrable and hopeless, producing a steady, implicit, freezing drizzle of knowing that the hoomin will never measure up to the task, no matter how trivial. The hoomin or the task. It soaks you with despair, and the disappointment drips off your nose.
And when you dare to look up at the luminous sky again, you wonder how is all that even possible!?
Good Night, and Good Luck!