Gifts
I started Christmas Day with Bradbury. December 25th, 2005 — and the rain is raising fog from the scattered patches of melting snow. Old-time songs on the stereo. The tree’s warm glimmer…
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Days later, the white has withdrawn to small irregularities. Air is cold. Water from the tap, cloudy.
Catching up with the Haibane, now. I just watched episode eight, “The Bird,” from volume three of the series. So beautiful and moving.
The back of my neck has been tight for the last couple of days. Right now, though, it feels a bit more relaxed. That’s a relief.
Christmas was good. Everyone together; no angst. I am thankful I could spend the whole day with family and friends. Talk about gifts…
The last days of 2005 are trickling away. It seems that I am destined to always be surprised by the fast-forward to year’s end. Tempus fugit, for sure.
I’m going to type this in and then go to sleep. It’s going to feel good to get horizontal, back against the futon, and relax deeper. My eyes are tired, but I don’t feel bad. Just –
Calm.