One night before Christmas
It snowed all night, and before that freezing rain. Temps were in the mid-30s, before dark. Now the only sounds are the occasional sirens, and my dog licking himself. It all seems to underscore my loneliness. But then ultimately, in this world aren't we all alone. Yes, yes, I know about the difference between being alone and being lonely. Trust me, I am the king of solitude. I luxuriate in it. It's the amniotic fluid in the universal womb. And then you're born.
I took a break to let out the dog, my estranged wife called and now I write again. Strange that we should be estranged and yet so close, closer perhaps then when together. Life is like that, perverse.
In this dark season as all creation holds its breath on the verge of annihilation when millions reach out with open arms and open hearts to find redemption, I say, amen.