Weekend
Too bad about the rain. The ice cold shower or downpour which has completely spoilt my original plans and instead I have opted this weekend to lay on the sofa, warming myself on the warmth radiating from the various fireplaces in this beautiful somewhat ragged old house. and isn’t that something?
The nights are getting very dark, stars barely visible, and no moon. The windows completely black like someone’s shut them off and thus shrinking my world to this warm and reasonably lit house, the house with wine. Red wine radiating warmth just like the fireplaces I just described, except on the inside. Like I was a beautiful somewhat ragged old house myself.
This ominous autumn weather of shivers and darkness of course leads the thoughts to the Occult. How could it not?
Vampires for example, love red wine (except it’s blood in the goblets. It’s the goths who drink the wine instead).
Vampires are also sensitive to light and therefore opt to wear sunglasses especially since they sometimes get red or yellow eyes (unnatural). My sunglasses I take off on Tuesday when my new ones arive.
I’m running out of taco spice.
On the