holidaze

it's wednesday.
i'm having a cup of tea.
the train whistle is blowing in the background
the music hums.
it is almost Christmas -
the unwrapping of gifts, the red glow of the tree decorations,
bottle after bottle of wine, my mother's laugh,
a puzzle covering the dining table for days,
warm blankets,
snow.

thank you for reminding me

my eyes are melting from the beauty

One of the most beautiful films I've seen in a long, long time.

The Long Winter Road

The first of December. The air is biting. The fog is thick and hovers over the city, adding the weight to our shoulders. The weight of winter. Of the holidays. We sip coffee. Red wine. Whiskey. We make elaborate dinners. Some kind of stew. Or go out to hear our friends play music. We fill the hours, dark past five, with activities to add some light. To lift the heavy blankets. To get us through until Spring.