Three Things

12:07 AM, Friday morning. Hmm, I am now 34 years and seven minutes old. Whoops, make that eight minutes. Time flies...

I’d like to write something deeply philosophical about goals, aging, life in general...but, to tell you the truth, I’m a bit sleepy. So, instead of that, how about this?

Three Things That I Like:

I like Summer rainstorms, especially when they occur in the early evening. The slightly warm rain hissing through glistening emerald leaves, glimmering on soft grass. The misty, clean-smelling air. Sometimes, if the storm is brief, the clouds will part, letting in the last low rays of sunlight. Things can turn golden then, rain droplets shimmering like tiny gems.

I like a good cup of cinnamon tea, with cream. The cup warms your hands slowly, deeply. Steam curling up from the tea, carrying with it that smooth sweet aroma. And the taste: rich but not too heavy. Soothing. I like to drink it at night, letting the heat sink into me and spread outward.

I like the way snow crunches underfoot, late at night, when all is black and clear. And quiet. Snow at midnight rests less like a physical thing and more like a dream over the land. It re-shapes the familiar and softly illuminates the world in tones of black, white, and cool blue-gray. If you close your eyes (letting them adapt to the darkness) and stand perfectly still in that crisp silence, you can almost hear the snowflakes as they fall to ground.

And now it’s 12:46 AM, and time for bed.

--- JWR, 12/12/97