Image: Bold ColourDecember 21, 2020
Poem: FogDecember 21, 2020
The smog-laden tangerine fog
tinted by a million lamplights
lays heavy tonight;
the busy rustle of the city’s moves
lost in its depths
like the delicate harmonies of a dulcimer
played in the attic as heard in the basement.
Closer, much closer, I hear
the lazy rustle of the scorpion
picking carelessly at a pecan shell.
I blink in the orange darkness.
Winter is Here!December 21, 2020
It is 2:02am and it is the winter solstice. Hooray!
From this day forward (or at least until June) every 24 hours has more daylight than the day before — about 2 minutes a day, or about 20 minutes added between now and New Year!
Almost makes a snowy Monday morning worthwhile, doesn’t it?