It's 5:00 P.M. Streetlamps are coming on

[paranoid_andrd]

It’s raining. Outside crawls a freezing hangover of an afternoon and I look out on it from the cold sinking corner of the dining room. Over the pachysandra hangs an almost bare oak bough-a shivering, ratty collection of orange-yellow leaves dangling from the slick black branches, shiny droplets dropping off the lowest points of everything.

Beyond

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[paranoid_andrd]

Why, thank you. I just put down The Bell Jar, so I was aiming for "overly depressed." Somehow I don't quite think it got across.