It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
My favorite thing about this time of year is I can use “Tis the season!” As a response in most conversations and have it passed as small talk. Example: “oh my skin is so dry! Tis the season! Ugh the roads are so bad! Tis the season!” You get the point.
People at work have been calling me bangs.
Just those for now.