December 2005 Archives

"Just put your feet down child. The water is only waist high..."

Like a feather-light smudge of charcoal on white paper: the sky, now. I'm doing laundry, as the year thins down to a trickle of grains. Thinking of gulls at the beach. Feathers and waves. Sand and cloud.

Some time ago, on a foggy wintery day, I lightly pressed my hand into snow. I could feel the texture of the ice beneath my palm and fingertips. The touch left behind an impression. The impression left behind a memory.

Today touches that back.

And blends with the oceanic, soft grays, and the passing of time.

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...

Days later, the white has withdrawn to small irregularities.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.

I hope your holidays are safe, healthy, and very happy. Here's to warm times and good memories -- and the best of wishes come true.

Merry Christmas!

Well, the presents are wrapped, the place is clean, my desk is even decorated. The snow globe is making soothing sounds of wind, water...and loons. :-)

It's time to get myself spiffed-up, grab something to eat, and head out for some Christmas cheer.

Here's to a wonderful Holiday weekend!

It is dark now. Cold. My candles are lit, and that lush red sweeps around, framing the frosty glow of the monitor.

Earlier, as I took out the garbage, my boots crunched through brittle snow. In my lungs, the feel of the night air was almost...bright. You can taste it, sense it in your skin. Winter is sweeping in, pressing her cool lips against the Sun's ruddy cheek, in the Tropic of Capricorn.

From golden leaves to snowflakes, from the colors of flame to the shades of ice. Autumn has gone into the West. Now, the year pirouettes...and swirls into the crystal season.

And the Sun stands still.

Hello Winter...

Thinned-out into the morning. Again.

Candles, both wax and electric, are glowing. Dramatic nighttime-red is glimmering all around me. I'm feeling kind of cut loose. Suspended. Boom Boom Satellites are soundtracking the moment, via my headphones.

I wanna fall up.

Still drifting...

Everything is jet-black and sparkly, outside. The temperature is tightening down, turning the snow brittle, the air sharp. My cherry red candle is lit and I've been getting some more Christmas shopping done. Just a bit to go...

I also have to buckle down and get my Christmas cards finished. Think I'll save that for tomorrow.

Time to relax now. And (hopefully) to get to sleep early.

It is supposed to be the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything. We'll have to see about that. Right now, things are dark and chilly outside (though pretty). I'm a bit sore from moving snow around, vaguely tired from burning this candle too long tonight. And forty-two? Well that is how old I now am, in the early hours of this new day...

The evening hasn't been as fun as I'd hoped it would be. I remember birthdays when I was all agog and jazzed. At the moment, I'd settle for relaxed.

Oh well...

So I had a beer, fiddled with the digital cable for a while...and drifted into the next day.

I caught a soft Christmas vibe when I was out shopping for gifts, yesterday. It felt nice and I'm actually a bit ahead in the presents department, now. That's a change of pace for me.

Of course, it is always tempered...

Anyway, I'm here with some seasonal tunes playing. The day dipping into purple dusk. I'm a bit jittery. The Christmas lights outside look pretty, though. I actually swirled through a big-time clean-up around here a few days ago. Everything looks shiny and neat now.

I popped some asprin for a budding headache and I'm going to make myself something to eat. And try to recall that Holiday feeling. That'd be good.

They say it's supposed to snow tonight...

The ground is brighter than the sky; everything tilting toward monochrome. The snow is almost invisible in the air. It is like white sand, thin swirling.

I sat at the table, looking through the Sunday paper circulars. Sipping coffee and browsing gadgets, movies, clothes. Read the comics and pondered dusting. Slipped onto the Web and put on some U2, instead.

I had an oddly disconsolate dream last night: a stranger in an old suit giving me sad advice. At the moment, I feel like going out wearing a preponderance of white. Blending into the landscape like a ghost.

I hope the lights look pretty, tonight.

"When the soul wants...the soul waits..."

Wrapping pine trees with green lights, under a charcoal-smudge sky. Whisps, curving from my coffee mug. Cheeks cold. Decorating with my Dad. Pal, supervising.

It's dark out there, now. (We'll save the power surge for tomorrow: Light Up Night in Green Tree.) At the moment I'm undoing my boots, cheeks and fingertips warming slow.

I'm kind of hungry. Feeling quiet.

Think I'll make some Pad Thai.

Hello December, though this is a cold sad start.

To better times and warmer moments. To the unwinding year, revealing more happiness than not. To the Holidays and the turning of the season.

Here's to a brightening.