Monday, January 23, 2006

Shadows grow when viewed.

It had been thirty-seven days since the divine star had shone through the pulled curtains of this dreary stage. Darkness in my thoughts had since doubled, but listening to the rain subside today in favor of a sound of the earth hardening and drying leaves crackling made the seemingly eternal wait more deserved. Winter days full of warmth and promise bring renewed affection and vigor for the cast of this drenched setting and their hollowing souls. The arteries of the city were once again filled with life emanating from old smiles and broken slumbers; warming the pavement and scattering the collected puddles into isolated drops by lifting our shoe soles a little higher. In one bright afternoon, the bounce in my step has returned and brighter times seem ahead, although the red star has once again settled into the western horizon’s endless stretches.