EARLY JANUARY
Some people have the blues.
I have the grays. A gray porch,
shoreline, lake water, sky, and shirt.
I long for some sunshine and
early spring. I know that this is selfish,
but I can’t help it. All my grays are
luxury compared to what some people
are going through especially in eastern
Europe, eastern Africa, the Caribbean,
and the flooded and hurricane-struck
states in our own country. I am not really
complaining about my situation but would
be happy to see some change. The snow
from the blizzard is gone so I see brown green
grass, covered in part by leaves. The evergreen
trees have shaken all the snow from their
branches. There is some snow laying on the
forest ground. It contrasts with the bark on
the trees. The image knocks on the door of
creativity. We all long for that talent.
The hustle and bustle of the Christmas season
is over and the advertising goes on as if we really
needed more stuff. Some are depressed because
they didn’t get what they wanted, and others
are happy because they, by nature, are givers.
The storm kept many churches closed and
services were delayed for a week. They took
place then, but it wasn’t the same feeling.
I get the idea that the spirituality of the season
is lost to a pagan world which rears its selfish
head this time of the year. I just saw eleven
Cormorants flying low over the gray, wavy lake
and thought of the wise men arriving late at the
stable where Christ was born. At least they
showed up, the wise men that is.
Stanski
January 4, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 