Late November and I couldn’t be happier. I am in bed wearing an old pair of flannel pajamas and an alpaca stocking cap; my windows are open and outside the dark cold wind blows briskly in strong gusts, fluttering my old, torn curtains. I love it.
And this is the time of year that usually marks beginnings and reconciliations. I have written about this previously. I’ll have to look.
This year I am especially eager for both things that are good and new and reconciliation with things that were good and now lost. I feel optimistic. Or maybe I am just naive. Either way, I feel good.
Outside, however, police sirens are coming into the neighborhood and stopping at an address nearby. It seems to happen often. This is a good neighborhood and so I wonder…I wonder who might be having trouble on such a wonderful night. Seems unbalanced and out of place somehow. Certainly sad.
People are like that, too, turning away from good things standing before them, unable to see the promise. I am grateful that I see beauty where others might not, like the beauty of a raw windswept night. It isn’t cold and unforgiving, it is full of energy and comforting.
I like that.
- Why did the full-blown apparition cross the road? (bigseance.com)
- Staying warm this winter – tips from the interwebs (moneynews.org)