cold snap.

i wonder if she intentionally paints on a sad face before she knows she is going to see me. maybe this way i will not recognize the secret miles she is covering. i am growing tired of these circles, first she circles, then i take a turn, ending up only at the places where we never "mean" to see each other. it's mearly coincidence, not a fruit of actual effort. there is much to do with the latest cold snap crossing the plains. this afternoon i walked through the door into the used bookstore, and searched the volumes for something new, but it all struck me as repetitive. how many times can someone read through a louis lamour book before realizing that the story and setting never change? already, as this day passes, the weekend approaches, plans and phone calls crossing the state. as long as i spend the night behind my steering wheel once, i will be contented. i am ready for some reverie. i could use the company of old friends, full glasses, and hours to spare. it should be refreshing and exhausting, a combination swirling at the bottom of a tea cup.