January 13, 2010
It’s a mild, murky mid-winter morning. A pale, thin gray sky reaches down all the way to the ground, wrapping the city in a super-fine mist. Sharp edges of melting lava-rock-pitted snow are lined with grainy black grit. The world is eerily silent, holding its breath.
Christmas decorations on lawns and roof-tops, weeks past their season, stoop over, tired and bedraggled. But look! Here is one lone string of still-plugged-in lights, small summer-sky-blue bulbs flinging themselves with abandon through bare tree branches, gleefully mocking the grimness of the day, as they sparkle cheerfully in the gloomy silence. It’s a delightful, dancing kind of day!