… and welcoming the endless rainstorms that characterize this part of the year. even now, it storms as i sit here typing and sipping a cup of hot milo (not for me the hot chocolate of the west!); the sounds of rumbling thunder and gushing rain comforting because inside, we are all a little wild.

post-elections, i walked past a hair removal salon and witnessed the entire store-front plastered with posters proclaiming ‘no more bush! or slogans to that effect. they probably thought it was funny. well, for what it’s worth, it certainly caught my eye.

the streets of orchard are colored with the traditional christmas lights that make the charts for popular small talk conversation topics this time of the year. it’s supposed to be a sweet christmas this year - the double entendre not lost on anyone, and how cheesy! we all say even as we admire the actually-pretty and not-so-in-your-face lights.

but i love the trees the most; the malls with giant trees get my vote every time. growing up, i have never had a christmas tree in the house, but i think i would like to get one when and if i ever get my own place. just so i can shop for trinkets to place on the tree – trinkets that i can pull out every year and say it always goes there! – and just so i can sit around and watch the lights twinkling as i listen to the carpenters sing merry christmas, just for me.

a friend and i used to wonder about the human fascination with lights. why do we find lights so beautiful even when they are simply random, like city-lights viewed from a great distance? so much more beautiful, in fact, than in the day, when arguably, everything is simply bathed in one, singular, bright light. i still wonder.



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