Friday, December 14, 2007

12-13-07 - Where Christmas lights come from

Walking home from the show, way too late. Tired and, as usual, stuck in my own self-absorbed melancholy. I look up to see a street light shining through the branches of a tree cocooned in a layer of perfectly clear ice, so that every branch and twig of it sparkled and shone.

"So that's where Christmas lights come from," I thought, reaching up to stroke a glittering, icy branch.

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