25 December 2015,
a day that starts in a fit, early light from the window, as almost every day now. This is better than no light from the window at all. Now the winter solstice has passed, and good riddance. It will be back, when the days start to shorten again in June sometime.
The son is up, playing with the things he had been given for Christmas. He is still trying to make his computer work for himself, an agglomeration of electronic parts. Doing everything at once, playing with the cat, playing the piano,working away at his computers.
One of the cat's eyes has a fully distended pupil today.The eye is almost entirely black, its iris wide open. Still,it appears to be able to see well and appears to be suffering no discomfort. It is resting on the small round piano stool, with the same attitude as a tiger, in a tree. The cat is just smaller, a tawny well-fed animal.
So this is Christmas, and a twenty-four inch christmas shrub, a plant that will have a chance of surviving, as opposed to one that has been harvested as a decoration for a week Perhaps that tree will,-or that shrub will, be at the same place next year, just a little bit larger.
There is a deep silence over the town today, now that the church bells have stopped. Christmas is a private celebration here, all people are in their homes, indulging in reflection and reminiscence on the past twelve months.
a day that starts in a fit, early light from the window, as almost every day now. This is better than no light from the window at all. Now the winter solstice has passed, and good riddance. It will be back, when the days start to shorten again in June sometime.
The son is up, playing with the things he had been given for Christmas. He is still trying to make his computer work for himself, an agglomeration of electronic parts. Doing everything at once, playing with the cat, playing the piano,working away at his computers.
One of the cat's eyes has a fully distended pupil today.The eye is almost entirely black, its iris wide open. Still,it appears to be able to see well and appears to be suffering no discomfort. It is resting on the small round piano stool, with the same attitude as a tiger, in a tree. The cat is just smaller, a tawny well-fed animal.
So this is Christmas, and a twenty-four inch christmas shrub, a plant that will have a chance of surviving, as opposed to one that has been harvested as a decoration for a week Perhaps that tree will,-or that shrub will, be at the same place next year, just a little bit larger.
There is a deep silence over the town today, now that the church bells have stopped. Christmas is a private celebration here, all people are in their homes, indulging in reflection and reminiscence on the past twelve months.
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