So its November. For a cold month, its a warm day. Im outside..for once..during broad daylight..no less. When up comes a fly..says hey. He lands on my knee first, like usual, Im not keen. I swat at his blueglass body, he only shivers to the side. Strangest thing I've ever seen. I looked up at the sky, big puffy ridiculous clouds full of ice crystals and rainbows asleep, and down at this stupid fly. Stupid, because he wouldnt move. I lifted my shoe over him, casting a shadow that shut off the glow of his exoskeleton. There he sat. Cold. dark, here stays Fly. but Why? He wasnt recklass like flys in may, who buzz you rudely, come what may. Damn I said may..3 times now. Vey. Anyway. So he sits, and we contemplate together. The quickening sun, the shifty weather. The lack of quality bratwurst bits, spoiled in the street. The laziness of melting ice cream...so sweet. A cloud cast its obese shell over the sun, suffocating the ball of gas to dimness, and I felt cold, cold that had been waiting patiently in the shadows that normally walked at night. The fly was right. Here comes Autumn, there goes Summer. Here come futures, of one or another. Here stays Anna, in her white walled flat. The fly was dead. That was that.