“Enjoying the sun?” “Yes sir, I am.” Moments before I saw a barren tree adorned with a single star, atop the otherwise barren branches. There I sat, a calm day, a reason to rest and Christmas as it were blazing devoid of any other ornamentation. We spoil ourselves with decorations, tinsel and lights and then…
Ever notice? Wind chimes beneath the eaves resemble icicles on this winter day. In a burst of enthusiasm, you know, artistic fervor and all that I went and took a whack at the icicles, thinking they might yield a version of aeolian harp, albeit frozen and sound like wind chimes. Just my luck. They merely…
I’m sad because you don’t love me. You’re cold and grey and barren toward me. All the emotions you lavished have gone. I’m afraid to take a single step for fear I’ll slip and fall lower still in your estimation. When will it end? This cruel resignation? Seasonal affective disorder notwithstanding, without you Spring offers…
I gave you everything and now you treat me this way? I made every warmth a treasure. I intensified your pleasure in candle’s glow and firelight, made every hug more snug; hot coffee, hot cocoa, hot tea and this is what you think of me? The first drop of melted snow glistening down your window…
I stepped outside to do a foolish thing, to take a gas fed lantern out into the snow, to see the golden glow upon the field of perfect white, to hear the hiss before the dawn, to feel the days of camping, farming and reliance when out there in the yet quite night I heard…
United States Copyright Registration Number TXu 2-152-977 The day before a great storm he sat behind the wheel of his old pickup truck before his God with his eyes closed and he considered all the necessary preparations. He had made them. Now he wanted to go somewhere, because men like him want a breather before…
It’s Christmas, so what does my neighbor do? He puts a ratty old chair out on the curb. That’s right, a ratty old chair. Now, you might think he’d wait until after Christmas, but no. Right before Christmas he puts a ratty old chair on the curb. It’s blue. It contrasts nicely with the snow…
I who have seen so much beauty saw it again today. I who have seen candlelight reflected on supple flesh and talismans of sequins glimmering where no light shines by day. I who have seen youth and agility and craving satisfied saw today the sum total of what it takes to be alive.…
The pandemic has done many things. No, that’s not true. It only does one thing to many things. It destroys. It’s a virus. It doesn’t know what the hell its doing, but its doing it to a lot of things and its doing it to a lot of people who thought they knew what they…
It’s been a pleasure. every hour every day every week every month of every year every decade every pain I’ve ever suffered every loss and every hope dashed to pieces on the rocks I didn’t see or chose to try despite the charts, it’s been a profound honor. I am privileged to have served and…
