i keep thinking about this. about how long it's been since i wrote it.
about how much has changed.
and i keep thinking about the end of it. the desire for christmas lights.
and how suddenly i live in a place where there are lights everywhere. and i don't have to drive to the suburbs--i don't have to go anywhere--to see them.
because everything here in this small corner of brooklyn is swathed in the small and twinkling lights.
and i am home.
Posted by meg fee at 10:21 AM