Saturday, December 18, 2010

Christmas Mourning

It's a hot day, the sun and the blue sky blend into brightness together, young children pick dandelions from the neighbour's yard and there apparently is a barbeque always on. I finish a cold drink, my bare feet burning on the concrete stoop, I go back through my door and down to my home office.

I write, I work, I talk, I drink, I walk, I run, I play, I read.

I walk out my door again and snow, lightly illuminated, is slowly falling. Christmas lights are adorned sporadically throughout the panorama of houses and the seasonal silence is just settling in. I stand on the cold concrete just outside my door and feel the year coming to a close.

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