“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.28.2014

walking after midnight


yesterday.
the day after the day after christmas.
morning rain, gray skies.
this table by the front door.
waiting quietly for the new year to arrive, the old year to slip out the back, jack.

i was awake early enough to chase the cold morning fog - it moved quickly and was soon rain and i scurried back into the house, slipsliding inside the door, barely catching myself before falling.  the breeze-sometimes-wind and laundry kept me inside until mid-afternoon; i should clean, i told myself, should vacuum, should put away these candles, but mostly i read, and in the end decided i would keep them out until the new year tapped on the windows and said hello.  the house is ready and waiting.

i walked the dark sidewalks last night, zigzagging, following the christmas lights, letting them lead me where they would.  it was cold, the morning breeze by then a true nighttime wind, and all the lights looked like magic from far away, less so up close, but calling me nonetheless.  the cold stopped my thoughts and i just walked.  walking late, the sounds draw you - the slamming of car doors, the hooting of owls, a knock on a door, voices drifting as the door opens, gone when it closes.  the scruffling of leaves as your boots scooch through them, the fragile skittering sound they make when the wind grabs them and sends them flying.  a siren in the distance.

i listened without thinking, hands warm in my pockets, the milky sky overhead.

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the day after christmas, katie and i in the jeep, backtracking behind businesses to avoid the traffic.  a young deer crossed the city street in front of us, another doe waiting on the other side.  katie wished them luck on their journey.  

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9 comments:

  1. Walk, read, relax, repeat; let it be for these last few days. I think I'll do that too; the big plans and dreams can wait a couple days, while we catch our breath. Watch out for traffic; good luck on your journey.

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  2. Beautiful post, of course - always. I love walking at night. Ultimately, I want to be nocturnal.

    I always forget that you Americans don't have Boxing Day, only "the day after Christmas". It is very strange to me! :-)

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    1. i had to google up boxing day to make sure i knew what it was. :) luckily, in our business, we are usually off from a day or two before christmas until new year's - we check in and do the small things we must, but we're mostly off.

      i like walking at night during summertime - when it's cold, i resist. but last night was pretty wonderful.

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  3. I love the walks where our mind clears and everything around us is so clear.

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    1. last night was under the stars. the cold mattered even less. :)

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  4. along with all the other sentences and thoughts conveyed... I love it that Katie wished them luck on their journey! your descriptive thoughts always put me right there with you

    . I no longer walk at night. I would be safer in your urban streets than in my 140 acres of farm. The coyotes and bear have altered my life in that way. Something I miss....

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    1. my biggest concern is criminals, although every once in a while a coyote is said to show up in the neighborhood. bears? no. :)

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