inspiration.
The days are getting longer. The sunlight is lasting a few minutes more each day.
until it doesn’t.
and the pendulum swings.
expiration.
I am trying but failing to recall the first time I spent Christmas away from my immediate family. Logically, it would have been during the time I lived in Florida. But which year was the first — it escapes me. The one I remember is when I sat outside on the steps of a church; it was Christmas Eve and I listened to the sound of the congregation singing “Silent Night” inside during their midnight service.
late nights
in a dark kitchen with mom
smoking and talking
and pouring my heart out
“the years”. we lump our life into this thing, this concept. “the years”. some were good, some were bad. some were wasted, some were cultivated. “the years”. reel ’em in.
Another Christmas in Florida was the year I worked at Epcot as a holiday storyteller. That was the year Cindy came and I had two days off and we went to the parks together. When we were at the Flights of Wonder show, I laughed ironically when she made a joke about the bird trainer’s unibrow. We both thought the Everest roller coaster was one of the best we’d ever ridden. We ate lunch in England because I had a crush on that girl that worked there. She got free admission thanks to my employee passes and so she was able to spend more money on presents for her nieces and nephews.
maybe i should check in with “uncle” steve.