Dec 10, 2004 15:34
It’s hard to strum my guitar when my fingers itch with the dip in temperatures. I wore gloves all day yesterday. I went out for a few hours last night to take a peek at the plaza. They hung up snowflakes along the concrete tiles and it actually doesn’t look as gaudy as last years display. Even through the rain, it was beautiful to see the marble black look as sleek as it was.
I spent some time upstate a few weeks before thanksgiving. I made it in time for a light dusting of snow; it was the first of the season. The creeks weren’t frozen over and even through blistering cold I loved the sound of the rushing water. It broke the picture of white stillness. I can’t take the silence for too long so I’ve had ample time to catch up on a few scattered people.
I played for the WomanRock's Holiday Party & Benefit for Amnesty International on Wednesday and I felt empowered through the messages and stories of the women there. It was one of the few times where I’ve picked up my guitar and felt the electricity pulse through my warm blooded veins. I gave them my voice because they gave me their support, not a bad exchange for the holidays.
My fingers are still cold. I’ll imagine myself cold blooded so I can feel better about this.