The Approach

I wrote one thing but cut it thinking to save it for another day. Now I've not much energy for another. I write and delete another piece, then the start of another. The holidays begin. They have put up the Christmas lights in my boutique city's downtown main street and surrounding environs. There is an outdoor ice skating rink in the city park, a novelty for this southern hamlet. We went two nights ago and sat awhile with glasses of wine and olives and bread at the sidewalk tables of a small cafe. I saw old friends. That is what I wish to do this year, sit and talk and have some wine and watch the happy people skate and laugh while carols play and lovers kiss beneath the mistletoe. Or, perhaps, to go to an island where the water is the deepest blue and the sky is clear and clean, where I can eat seafood and drink rum and swim away the day. Old dilemmas, old dangers. The Holidays are here, and you know what that can mean.