Before his holiday run, Michael Lebowitz reflects on a time when Christmas represented simplicity and possibiltiy.
Christmas Eve 2010
Down the valley the mill makes monsters, rising smoke forms alliances with passing clouds. It all seems so simple really. Sky above, earth below and night time comin’ on. Put a log on the fire and hot tea in a cup. Read a good book and be at one with the stillness of it. Christmas is not really my holiday, but the world seems easier for the moment and the inner voices are quiet. A passing breeze brings raindrops.
December 25, 2010
I had my normal night’s sleep. Woke to find Santa doing my dishes at 3:00 AM, hour of the wolf. Coffee and toast by 3:20, followed by words and drifting. Bing Crosby is singing of a White Christmas. I’m thinking about my father. The song was from his time. It all seemed so simple then, so full of possibilities. Time to lace up, to run by the river. It wasn’t like this very often for me but it was this way once. Merry Christmas then. Merry Christmas now. Peace out.
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