not that the misery of winter will go away on it's own, but yesterday the soles of the black shoes broke. Cheap plastic, expensive leather would have just soaked.
and then broken.
The other shoes, a piece of trim is coming adrift. But these are the only winter shoes left. And a piece of fake seam missing is better than an ice cold leak in the centre of the foot when stepping into the slush left by the salted snow.
The morning, early awakening, and dark and cold, Winter is moving in,
The car starts, and then the steering falls asleep. The trick is to turn off the engine, reboot the system, and then it works again. The days of intelligent cars are not far away.
Misery, repairing old pictures which nobody really wants to see.
The man turns up, looks and goes away again.
What is there to be happy about now.
There is sorrow that this is another bad day.
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