2004-11-06T13:02:00.000-08:00

Autumn weather was always to strange here. For the first week or it getting bitter cold at night, then for the next three or four weeks it is summer-like weather. Without the gawd awful humidty, of course. Southern summers were notorious for high levels of humidity creating heat index tempureratures of at least one-hundred and fifteen degrees or better. For that reason, I do love the summer like weather of Autumn. Mom always called it "Indian Summer". The tempuratures still reach upwards of eighty degrees, but now it was comfortable and beautiful as we recieve an enormous series of thunderstorms and rain. Now I am torn between the beauty of it all and the silence that now fills the house.The house has become hauntingly silent. Only sounds of the steady rain outside and rhythmic rattle and tap of the poorly installed ceiling fan filled the air. I had already grown tired of playing at the computer, and even more tired of staring at the four plaster white walls of this tiny bedroom.

A Shot in the Dark