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On the way home, we took a detour
and drove around the neighborhood just to look at the lights. It's
funny to think of electricity being just as beautiful as firelight. But
it is.
As I walked up the empty driveway the lights illuminated the entire house and the windows dark except for the Christmas trees I left lit before I left the house.
In my paranoia I walked into the house and checked all the rooms for a murderer or villain of some sort, just to keep it realistic. I walked through every room of the house and plugged in the rest of everything Christmas I could possibly plug in. Once satisfied I went into the kitchen to grab a Mountain Dew. Typical of me.
I opened up the can and it was the only sound in the house except for maybe the buzz of electric lights. I sat on the floor in my kitchen, completely dark. I have an affection for floors. From the point I was sitting at I could see downstairs into the living room, with the tree lit up, and the village reflecting in the mirror above the mantelpiece. Into the living room, with the garland down the bannister and the neighbors christmas lights across the street. Out my back door, to see the lights on the next street over glowing through the trees and reflecting off the clouds in the sky. Its so serene.
I walked up the stairs and into my parents bedroom because it faces the street. I sat on their bed and looked out the window and up. The lights on the house glow through the icicles hanging off the roof and light up just the area around the window. And from their room you can see all the houses lit up all the way up and down the street. I layed back on the bed and honestly, thought absolutely nothing. You can't think when you are having a conversation with your eyes.
But I did go back downstairs. and I sat on the tiled floor of my kitchen again. and I thought, that no matter what is going on the world, in your own world...you can't take for granted what else life has to offer you. I love this time of year because it brings out the best and truest of people. And maybe its the caffiene talking and maybe i'll be a grouch when you see me next but I don't think i'll forget a moment like this one. It keeps you grounded, and it keeps you dreaming at the same time, and it keeps you hopeful. And when you're laughing and crying with friends...and when you're fighting with family and laughing and crying again...you have to step back and smile. And it is sad that it sometimes takes this time of year to make you remember this...but at least you remember it at all.
So those are my thoughts for the day. Really it was just for my own recollection and probably didn't make much sense. But oh well, you didn't have to read it. But if you did...just take a walk outside sometime this week and look at the houses...and the snow...and the people around you. And be thankful and be happy...because I am thankful for all of you and I am most certainly happy somewhere in me.
cheers
As I walked up the empty driveway the lights illuminated the entire house and the windows dark except for the Christmas trees I left lit before I left the house.
In my paranoia I walked into the house and checked all the rooms for a murderer or villain of some sort, just to keep it realistic. I walked through every room of the house and plugged in the rest of everything Christmas I could possibly plug in. Once satisfied I went into the kitchen to grab a Mountain Dew. Typical of me.
I opened up the can and it was the only sound in the house except for maybe the buzz of electric lights. I sat on the floor in my kitchen, completely dark. I have an affection for floors. From the point I was sitting at I could see downstairs into the living room, with the tree lit up, and the village reflecting in the mirror above the mantelpiece. Into the living room, with the garland down the bannister and the neighbors christmas lights across the street. Out my back door, to see the lights on the next street over glowing through the trees and reflecting off the clouds in the sky. Its so serene.
I walked up the stairs and into my parents bedroom because it faces the street. I sat on their bed and looked out the window and up. The lights on the house glow through the icicles hanging off the roof and light up just the area around the window. And from their room you can see all the houses lit up all the way up and down the street. I layed back on the bed and honestly, thought absolutely nothing. You can't think when you are having a conversation with your eyes.
But I did go back downstairs. and I sat on the tiled floor of my kitchen again. and I thought, that no matter what is going on the world, in your own world...you can't take for granted what else life has to offer you. I love this time of year because it brings out the best and truest of people. And maybe its the caffiene talking and maybe i'll be a grouch when you see me next but I don't think i'll forget a moment like this one. It keeps you grounded, and it keeps you dreaming at the same time, and it keeps you hopeful. And when you're laughing and crying with friends...and when you're fighting with family and laughing and crying again...you have to step back and smile. And it is sad that it sometimes takes this time of year to make you remember this...but at least you remember it at all.
So those are my thoughts for the day. Really it was just for my own recollection and probably didn't make much sense. But oh well, you didn't have to read it. But if you did...just take a walk outside sometime this week and look at the houses...and the snow...and the people around you. And be thankful and be happy...because I am thankful for all of you and I am most certainly happy somewhere in me.
cheers