And it was only in nature that she saw them. It was never from peering out the window or walking down the street. She knew that in order to see them, she had to make that effort. The walk was quiet, up the hill and past all the townhouses with their chimney's smoking and up… Continue reading Day 13
There are carols ...everywhere. There are trees, with bows and bright, bright lights. I am not ready yet ...never ready yet. There is that feeling in the air, it is here. An empty chair, two of them ...empty arms. The lights are there, harsh and blinding, a watery perspective. There is cheer ...everywhere. JustMe.