Autumnal

It is the sabbath, and the season of mists. Living by the river, the fog is thicker and more prevalent here-many days when I leave the comfort of the neighborhood, it's clear and sunny everywhere else, but my block is covered with a thick bank of cloud when I come back. Like this morning. I can barely see the houses across the street, and when I just called in my gray cat, it seemed as though a tiny slice of river-fog came fuzzily into my living room. Then he started yowling. Sort of ruined it. Damn chatty cat.

Hep-C Cola. For my favorite counterfeiter.