Saturday, December 24, 2005

telling me it's time

Merry Christmas, and happy first night of Chanukah.

This is a photograph taken last week in rural Pennsylvania of a moon ring, which is moonlight reflected off ice crystals in the upper atmosphere. It was lovely and ghastly to see in my lover’s backyard. It is said to foretell bad weather—that the number of stars within the ring corresponds to the number of days before the storm begins.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve already had my storm. I would like to think instead the stars are telling me how long before it gets good, really good, how long…

I would like to think of the stars in months, not years. And I would like to thank my friends, both steadfast old and wonderful new.

I have missed snow.

But my friends, my friends would be waiting on the other side of the bridge.

I am grateful for the love given, and the love received.

It doesn’t go away.

Count the stars.

One day I will untie my hands.