1 Minute Dash

No, I’m not buying new slippers just yet.

And no, I’m not getting my dressing gown out.

Nor my pyjamas.

Boxers will do.

And my cozy murder mysteries can snuggle against each other

on the bookshelf for another month.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Sherlock Holmes.

I’m riding Autumn out till Winter arrives.

The Cold


I love to feel the cold, he says. The cold keeps you sharp, alert. You don’t fall asleep at the wheel when you feel the cold. Your nerve ends ping. The world sparks. There’s no sloth, no lethargy in the cold. Only pure need which is why I’m out here now loping along beneath a lycanthropic moon.