Fall came early this year.
One minute I was walking along, seeing shops and passerby; the next I was hurtling through space, landing with a thud on the sidewalk.
I wish someone could invent a way for humans to fly. Although my arms looked like wings jutting out, they did not keep me aloft. Perhaps, as my partner said, I did not flap hard enough.
In case you were wondering what the unidentified flying object was in Oakland yesterday, I wanted to let you know it was I.
And if you are wondering why you haven’t heard from me in awhile, I’m busy icing my badly bruised ribs, thigh, and ego.