Tuesday, January 15, 2019

I turned on the string of colored lights in the living room this cold dark evening.  I am pushing away the gloom.

 Driving in the dark this morning in old Monterey, I stop at the red light on Franklin street. No cars around and the light would not change.  I make up stories about it being broken and drive through the red light with glee and trepidation.

Florida begins to sound good.  I can’t get warm.  The heater blows and blows and my hands and nose stay cold.  I remember every year this happens in the middle of January.  I give up hope.  I am waiting for heat and hope to return.