It’s 48℉ outside today. The summer that we thought would last forever has faded. The sun is gone. All of the oval is cast in dark shadows from the cloud coverage above. The wind is whipping through in a way that forebodes the winter to come. That’s not a metaphor. Well, if you want it to be a metaphor, then I guess I can’t stop you.
I was listening to a conversation that I didn’t belong in, but no one was kicking me out. They were talking about how the Cavs had lost their first game that night. We definitely lost a game last night. I’m not sure if that’s a metaphor or an illusion or if it’s basically the same.
The only difference between flying and falling is the landing. We were aloft until last night. That one’s a metaphor for sure.