Festive Season

I've been meaning to write for quite sometime. But writing hasn't been giving me any joy lately. Every time I try, the words I write seem flat and unappealing. Thoughts swirl, mental notes are taken to add certain details to my future reviews, and do lists fill my head. To no avail. I can't get myself to write a single meaningful word.

However, I do want to mention how much I love winter lights. Driving on a late night through suburban New England neighborhoods with every other house aglow in golden, white, or blue lights makes me giddy. What is it about holiday lights that makes me so happy? (I'm also a big sucker for fireworks, I turn into open-mouth baby watching lights flicker on and off in the sky.) I guess I'm just a big sucker for shiny sparkly things. The crisp cold nights with bushes, trees, and lawns aglow embody the wonderment of the New Year season for me.

A few years ago driving late at night I happened to spot a real deer buck coming out of the forest. It was dark and I was alone, he slowly moved across the snow covered lawn. I seemed to spot him right as he stopped next to the lawn ornament deer. There he was a real in the flesh creature juxtaposed with his electric glowing counter part. I stared and he stared back and then turned to walk back into the forest. My interaction seemed full of magic, a simple and pretty mundane encounter in my mind turned into something legendary. And that is why I love the lights. The world for a tiny moment becomes a place where ordinary can become profound and things can change for the better. All it takes is a few little light bulbs.

See corny and lame. I'll stay off the blog for a while.