Maybe it's having spent all day chipping ice off my roof (and ruining several pairs of gloves, which got wet and froze to metal - chisel, ladder, gutter, etc.), but I'm kinda losing the Christmas buzz I had going. There's no decorations at my house, as I'm the only one who'd see them and it just seems a waste of time. There's not much shopping for presents, as I'm not very close to any family - and my siblings are all a decade or so older than me and have whatever they want by now. There's no real church goings-on, as mine caters mostly to young people who go elsewhere for the holiday. I haven't seen another runner in 11 days [my bad, Colin. I saw your time at the 1500, but I'm not sure what you were aiming for].
Still, Trailer Park Goth Girl came back - that cheered me up. You'd have to have read this blog from the beginning to be familiar with that name, but I met her when she was 15 and now she's a freshman in college (straight A's in her first semester); it's admittedly weird to have friends that different in age, but she's one of those people I just simply like.
I see Meghan's started telling people she's a writer. Here's my latest 15 minutes:
She lowered her eyes
...And dipped her head;
And a single tear fell to the snow.
Freezing in an instant
To a pure and perfect glass,
It reflected the last rays of her love.
And as she raised her head again
The wind lashed at her face
With her own frozen hair.
This, the shortest day of her long year
Drew to a sudden close.
It grew quiet, cold and still.
Her breath came now in gulps
-Frosted billowing clouds -
Tendrils sublimed in the setting sun.
The sound carried over snow-shrouded wastes:
"No." was all she said.
Big change in life today
4 days ago