It's been a long, long, long time

Today, the temperature has a little negative symbol next to it. And it's supposed to snow . . . again. Now, normally I like snow, it has this magic quality to take the world and change it into the 1800's with all the cars and paved streets and signs masked into a white oblivion. If you listen close enough, you just might hear the sound of sleigh bells coming across the way, and a lonely train whistle blowing through the bleak, forever fields. Someone is drawing a match across flint, ready to light the fabric wick of a hurricane lamp. Shadows flicker across patterned wallpaper, reaching out to a dim light seeping into the room past heavy draperies; light which seems more like left-over moon glow, than the gold of a rejected sun. A cat sits up against thick, wavy glass, silhouetted against the white of the snow. And slow as molasses, it raises and elongates its back into a crackly stretch . . . then lays back down.

But here I am, 2010. It is a number of hope, asking for the commission of pure effort to carry us into success with all areas of life. I pray for all of us that success will come, in every way, across every sector of this earth.



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  1. Thank you for the lovely wish and your input on my novelette "Strang" I am grateful for both. Every happiness in 2010 to you and yours.
    Warmest regards,
    Simone.

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  2. You're more than welcome! Glad to have such sweet friends here!

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