December 24, 2008: Wednesday
Neutral gray clouds swathe and cradle the light of the newborn SUN. Sprightly clutches of white nuzzle every nook and cranny of the immutable, dark, breast-peaked mountains. A coalescing of love, stemmed from the small joy of finding the perfect gift, from humming along with muzak-ed Christmas carols, from the planning of great feasts, and to the twittering anticipation of spiked eggnog, embrace our colour washed valley. My sunglasses and I hope the holidays have brought you as much love as the Universe is exhibiting.
December 25, 2008: Thursday
Seemingly about to be crushed by another despondent, cold, wintry day... my partner in frames draw my eyes to the horizon. There, I see the metaphoric future filled with bright, hopeful, optimistic days. So bright, in fact, that I pull my compadre down from their perch on my head and we finish the drive into work together, as one. Good morning! Merry Christmas to you who celebrate. My day is filled with effin'.... fun, family, feasting, friends and film. Would you like to join us for the film?
December 26, 2008: Friday
Conversing with Caeious at the BBC, I see no reason to remove my sunglasses since the sun streams so very strongly here. He, the young sun, is brilliant today as the breath of the Goddess sweeps out the old year to make way for the new. It's beautiful how they work in tandem with one another to accomplish their goal, isn't it? Good afternoon!
December 27, 2008: Saturday
Yellowing mulberry leaves crunch underfoot. The air is medicinally crisp and soothes the breath and the lungs. The sun touches warm the bits of exposed flesh from under winter layers. My sunglasses are cool to the touch on my brow and temples. It's like we've traveled back into time and it's now the perfect autumn day. Good afternoon.
December 28, 2008: Sunday
I didn't pause to don my friends this morning, so my brow creased: my eyes sliver thin. I worry today. Finally, they call out... literally (probably all the attention they've had as of late) and I put them on allowing for the slow relaxation of all my eye and facial muscles. I finish my ride into work. I'm fine. I hope you are, too. Good morning.
December 29, 2008: Monday
This morning, on my way into work, my sunglasses and I witnessed a group of friends standing on a street corner engaged in raucous laughter. So cacophonous was their revelry that I heard it over the thrum of the engine, through the warm, glass-enclosed cab of the truck, and over the news whispering their stories in my ear. We saw a young cowboy-to-be riding a pale, chestnut horse with his father, a smile stretched from ear to ear. What a great way to start the week. Good afternoon.
December 30, 2008: Tuesday
Frosted windshields and tips of grass encapsulated in icy prisms reveal the gelid nature of the night. Contrails crisscross the glacial blue sky above. The warmth of my breath fog the lenses of my sunglasses as I put them on to face the rarely seen early morning sun. Today is poetry day with Sue at ReJavanate. You are more than welcome to join. Good morning.
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