As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. – Clement Moore
We need the funk. – George Clinton
Flowers dried from other Sundays, because the delivery truck was so late Saturday morning, there were no fresh flowers when I went shopping. But the greenery sent it’s fragrant tendrils into the past, and gathered my little fragments of Christmas into a portal of memory and time.
I suppose I am getting accustomed to all the uncertainties – since I can’t let them go. I told the close people how lonely I am, and they have helped make it better. I accept that maybe I won’t stop crying for a while. I had my heart set on so many hopes. At least I got hurt from dreaming. I didn’t think I could do that anymore.