all that shimmers is cold

rough draft

   Halloween on Cape Cod is when it really starts to get miserable as far as the weather is concerned. California was a week behind me now, and already i was missing it.

  The trees were dripping with color here on the northeast seaboard, but the sky was dripping with a cold rain that could chase the warmth right out of your bones. I walked through the woods shivering inspite of the heavy jacket i wore, telling myself that if only i kept moving, i would soon warm up.

  As I walked i found myself thinking of the friend i'd left back on the Pacific coast. A pang of guilt coursed through me for leaving him alone in California, but he had assured me he would be alright. I certainly hoped so. As for myself, i had returned to this place only to find myself in Hell, and once again, it was time i moseyed on.

  As my attention returned from my thoughts to where i was going, i realized i was no longer cold. I cleared the last bit of woods and found myself behind a large shopping plaza. Around the front of the building was a bus stop, and i had just enough money to catch a ride.

  I began to sweat as i jogged the last 100 yards to the bus, and as i payed my fare and slid into my seat, in my head i waved good bye to Cape Cod, again.