Waiting for Christmas

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

David Levithan 

Today's a day for dreams.

A thousand of them dancing

around in your heart and mine

like a lake of glittering stars.

It's also a day

for Beethoven,

the Emperor concerto,

movement two.

Rest.

Needing rest

and promising myself

to think only

of beauteous things.

Praising for the sense of sound,

I made a new hearing impaired friend

this week and I told her

I cannot imagine never being able to

hear the majesty of Beethoven or Mozart.

It seems such a lovely day outside,

sharp as cheddar cheese.

The clouds grey ~

like a fine,

Downton Abbey silk.

Ah ~

this day,

this

day

for dreams