The slow times are killers.
You see some rain for the first time after many sunny days and, as a bar, you know you will be slow.
You see some sun after a cold, wet winter and, as a bar, you know you will be slow.
You have this knowledge and yet it still hurts.
Ignorance is bliss.
And yet knowledge is the key.
I want to defy. It is in my nature. But I know I can’t change the world. I don’t want to change the wold. I would, however, like to change this tiny fragment of the world that, for as long as I can remember, holes up for two days when the weather changes.
Usually, most people crawl out of their shells, step clear of the shadows and start going out again on the third day. Sometimes it is day five.
Is there anything I can do to change this? The weather these days is anything but predictable. Remember when October felt like fall… people wore pants and a jacket?
Those were the days…
Star Bar, hoping it rains again tomorrow