Christmas Downtwn?
I took the bus downtown yesterday evening and got off to a place that I had not seen before. The buildings were the same. The street signs and names unchanged. The feel that came over me though, I had never had shared with that space. It was a Christmas emotion.
I know the idea sounds strange, but this emotion is one I only have really once a year and always at some point during the Christmas season. It is an overwhelming joy that spreads all around me and the area I'm occupying. The so called joy is on the happy side on the emotion spectrum, but is a private category to itself. Does this make sense? If not, that is fine, because really it hard to explain or understand myself. The only thing I know is that it is real and there is nothing that can change that fact.
So I was there at West lake center walking with hundreds of other people. Most of them caring shopping bags swinging gently by their hips. All seemed to smile and many were laughing.
At the corner a man was playing a trumpet. A Christmas song, which one I forget. The smooth sound of the horn playing loudly, but elegantly does stick to the mind.
To the side of me the short little trees of the square were all glowing yellow from the strung up lights. To the other side of me was the tall spruce tree glowing also decorated with giant ornament.
I walked past all of this sucking it in at once and the feeling came. It lasted a few more blocks passing more stores, a drumming musician, and other happy bag carrying people. Then it was gone. I know I won't have this feeling for another year. Till next year Christmas feeling.
I know the idea sounds strange, but this emotion is one I only have really once a year and always at some point during the Christmas season. It is an overwhelming joy that spreads all around me and the area I'm occupying. The so called joy is on the happy side on the emotion spectrum, but is a private category to itself. Does this make sense? If not, that is fine, because really it hard to explain or understand myself. The only thing I know is that it is real and there is nothing that can change that fact.
So I was there at West lake center walking with hundreds of other people. Most of them caring shopping bags swinging gently by their hips. All seemed to smile and many were laughing.
At the corner a man was playing a trumpet. A Christmas song, which one I forget. The smooth sound of the horn playing loudly, but elegantly does stick to the mind.
To the side of me the short little trees of the square were all glowing yellow from the strung up lights. To the other side of me was the tall spruce tree glowing also decorated with giant ornament.
I walked past all of this sucking it in at once and the feeling came. It lasted a few more blocks passing more stores, a drumming musician, and other happy bag carrying people. Then it was gone. I know I won't have this feeling for another year. Till next year Christmas feeling.