Pinch, Punch....

October... all over. October... all over. Oh yeah, I remember the rhyme now:



June, too soon
July, stand by
August, it must
September, remember
October, all over

We learnt it to predict hurricanes half a hemisphere away, while the dog-eared sign on the wall flapped in the wind: "It's not the longitude, nor the latitude, but the attitude".


We were not allowed to close the window or put our coats on. Or even breathe. But I still managed to sleep between cloud formations.

The rest of my memory is foggy.

Is it that time already?

Pardon me for being so quick.