So I slightly deviated from Maureen Thorson's prompt for today, mainly because the prompt was to go outside and it was midnight when I wrote this (and I was cozy in bed). It still pertains to the outdoors and the weather, just not today's weather!
Westcoasting
us vancouverites, we are prepared with our miniature
umbrellas
in our trouser pockets. Eating sushi with sand between our toes and
chopsticks in our hair. Our poor cousins to the east,
lamenting the passing of august into the brutal jaw of
winter,
we glide slowly, passively, into an endless grey month of
rain.
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