Ah, for the Rest of the Year

Posted on November 30, 2005 in Disappointment Festivals

There’s a lull, the green and gold lull of the days after Thanksgiving. The days when at about four pm the light from the sun shoots across the sky and rams into the hills, missing everything, a friend who acts like you aren’t there. Everyone is in that Rush, that Rush of the season which could have been accomplished at any time during the previous year. The feet must pound now, buy now. Relatives and friends hang up before conversations are over, don’t return calls. There’s no time for kindness or listening. Feelings must be bought, boxed, and delivered.

Happy Holidays. I miss the rest of the year.