Reflections Amidst Silence

I realize now, after about 100 hits and 0 comments that I write these things for me, not for you guys, depite what you may think. Thus, I shall produce something for my own pleasure and enjoyment, nothing one should feel compelled to share, or even acknowledge exists unless that someone feels so inclined to do so and leave a comment. Do not laugh, for this is not a laughing matter. Although, if I were trying to tell you this with a straight face, many of you would know right away that that is impossible for me. So, take this as you may, this is just a sample of what I love to do, regardless of the audience. I will let you know ahead of time that after scrawling the first few lines I was unsure of where to go with my idea. It turns out to be a little bit out of place, at such a time as this but again, take it as you may, just understand that there was little inspiration in this, and after reading it you will know why. I was just wanting to be descript with a little of the emotion of simplicity and such small things, and used a rather unrelated topic to do so. As it is...

Reflections Amidst Silence

He speaks silently, in words inaudible. Like a mouth, without a tongue. A voice so soft, the dog, on the floor awake doesn’t move. Without a sound he moves across the floor, with ease as a ball rolling across a wooden floor. His movements are simple, with such enamoring, calculated progression that had the dog been paying attention, it may now have been asleep. Slinking ever so close to the edge of the extinguished fire in the fireplace, he climbs the ten inches from the floor to the screen that encloses the embers and vapors of death. With so much ease and lack of energy, one may fault him for doing his job without vibrancy, the same vibrancy that makes this time of year the exact time of year that it is, he completes his duties as he has left his plate of cookies and milk at the table, coupled with a note that explains the actions he has thus taken, and is yet to take. He exhales deeply and takes a quick look out the window. He notices the large amount of snow that has built up amidst the lights and ornaments that glimmer off of the white sheets, untouched on the frozen ground. A living burden is lifted from the business of the season, with presents left to be delivered, yet for the moment, all is still. As he steps outside to admire the festive décor and pomp, it is finally obvious to him why he does and has to do what he does. Upon stepping into the auto by which he arrived, he was shocked at the amount of emotion required to fully grasp what it was that he felt. To the brazen home displays, no doubt completed by families, and accompanied by positive fellowship, and to the dwellings with little more then a small Christmas tree, he breathes a quick thanks as he glides away from the city and people that have, for the moment, made his life complete.

To discontinue that series of thoughts, I move to something more now, and say that I am very disappointed in not having Rubbish on Wednesday, but I guess I will have to deal and just watch KU from the home. I look forward to the weekend, although many of you will be gone.. ok, so there isnt a whole lot to look forward to, but again I will deal. Alone. But, after two years that has been something that I have become fairly good at. It happens. I bid everyone good night, and good day. Sleep well, druggies and otherwise!