Watching Night Fall on New Year’s Day
The sun sets like a dull penny, day’s final final push against the rain. A pot simmers, black-eyed peas and greens, and the savory smells of good luck and money fill the house. The Christmas tree in the neighbor’s window lights up. It was a quiet day. I blame my tears on the rain. Amber lamp light, reflected in the glass, soothes me.
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Rain and sadness go hand in hand. Happy 2011 (starting tomorrow!)
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oh, i love this! and you.
have a wonderful new year, christine!
xxo, odessa
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Barb, thanks for stopping by! The link to your site didn’t come through.
Tanks, Odessa! Happy New Year.
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wow
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some tears here, too, today. this is gorgeous, though, and like your amber, it soothes me. 🙂
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Argh! The tears! I hate to admit how good it feels to cry, even though being sad I could do without.
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Wow, this is really good… such a full moment.
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