Celebrators





Last night we tumbled first into wine, then sleep.
We had watched fabulous things on our television, our dreams were amazing.
I evolved legs to crawl from the bed. 

Yesterday was a Thursday, and the first calendar day of winter. She had swept in, draped with rich mist, strong and archetypal. How could we not celebrate?

This morning, the sun still sunk below an unseeable horizon, Dog goes out, crunches crystals under footpads. Our dead ash tree, scheduled to be cut down twelvemonth before, is a bold statement in a world of miniature wonders. 

Do you know we don’t actually have a television?
We bought a projector, we have a blank wall. 
It makes watching a deliberate thing.
Sometimes we drink wine on a weeknight but we are careful viewers.







Comments

Geo. said…
Careful viewing, weeknight wine and winter. Surely a celebration of beauty and calm.
Lisa Southard said…
It certainly was! We watched David Attenborough documentaries :-) x

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