Before the glitter of Christmas was put away, I sat quietly on the couch. Nearby, the dogs slept, and the cats’ long furry bodies curved into C’s around each other exclaiming their superiority at warming one another.
My gaze fell upon the blue bottles hanging outside on the porch. Their purpose, windchimes. They swayed splendidly among the snowflakes that sparkled against the dreary wet day, the shining light of white from the electrical current making them glow.
It was a perfect shot. Blue upon white. Not marred by daylight but enhanced by mist. Lore wound itself in my brain while A Christmas Carol and Scrooge skittered in the background.
