:: Thursday, October 17, 2002 ::

"I love the visions in your eyes..." (Over the Rhine)

Where do people acquire this pressing urge to state the obvious? "Bethany, your hair is RED!" -- from no less than every person I saw today. *Gasp* I had NO idea! I thought it was chartreuse!
Mocha-frosted lips, cinnamon hair, pumpkin-spice hopes... My room smells like candy apples, and I'm ready for Thanksgiving. The weather today whispered about t-shirt and flip-flops, but I went for something gray and cuddly instead.
I love the holidays, but I'm never quite sure why. The lingering excitement isn't over a break from classes, relative-visiting, presents, or even fond memories. Maybe it's the regularity -- the solid point around which time revolves. Maybe it's the comfort in lights and music and warm smells. Maybe it's borrowed excitement from the shopping-mall masses, trying in vain to exemplify Norman Rockwell paintings. Maybe it's the tingling-good prospects of making others happy, reminding them of all the cheer in life.
Maybe I'm going to stop analyzing, go watch the sky float by, and relish each drop of happiness.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:49 PM :: + ::