When I was really little — probably three or so — I vaguely remember my family parked outside of town, watching the Fourth of July fireworks. My mother said the sprawl of lights in the darkness was Santa Fe. That’s how little I was — I didn’t even realize that magic was city lights. We lived on a dirt road then, out of town, and my guess is I hadn’t seen much of those bright city lights.
Oddly enough, I remembered that as I was taking out the compost the other night, just around 5 o’clock. The sun had sunk, leaving not even a smear of pale pink.
In the darkness, later, the dishes washed, my daughter and I walked around town, our jackets unzipped.
Nothing ever begins when you think it does. You think you can trace something back to its roots but roots by definition never end. There’s always something that came before: soil and water and seeds that were born of trees that were born of yet more seeds.
― The Unspeakable: And Other Subjects of Discussion
6 thoughts on “December Sparkles”
Great post 🙂
Thanks, World Traveler!
How beautiful! Both your words and Daum’s.
Thank you! I’m clearly on a Daum-reading spree 🙂
Ditto what Dorothy said!
Daum is worth checking out if you haven’t read her 🙂