Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Shortest Day

That would be today. The time is almost noon and even though I am upstairs the faint light coming through the clouds that must be the sun just barely clears the rooftop of the house across the street.

It has already dipped below freezing a few times this year (this would equal the grand total of frosts during last year's winter) but the weather is mostly cloudy and depressing. Plenty of rain. When the sun comes I imagine that it must be a Christmas Angel or something because everyone has forgotten what the sun is; or at least I have. On the upside, today is the shortest day of the year...nothing but more daylight (even if it is filtered through low hanging clouds) from here on out.

School wrapped up nicely. Students didn't need to come on Friday, we had meetings instead followed by a nice lunch. Unfortunately I was starting to get a cold, which has turned into a nasty bug sentencing me to a weekend on the couch. Finished a book yesterday...maybe I can get a bit of writing in today. Here is a snippet from a few days ago:


The monkey had swum toward him surprisingly quickly and climbed out of the water, first onto his shoulders, then wrapping its arms, legs, and body securely around his head. Tiny fists clutched Caleb’s scruffy sideburns while toes curled their way into the dripping hair that began to hide the deeply tanned backside of Caleb’s neck. The straddled creature looked like a terrified horse jockey frozen in position, every muscle tensed, just waiting for the gates to crash open.

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