Skeleton of Christmas

Sit­ting in the semi-dark of Lucian’s room, play­ing with a word­press app for my new “smart­phone” (a title no object deserves when it requires so much instruc­tion and direc­tion), review­ing fam­ily, christ­mas, music, and food in my head (in that order).
See­ing the arma­ture of xmas in a vision and it’s dark, sil­ver and pur­ple and blue. There are other lay­ers– esp. that 50s-tinged jan­gly post­card and toy skin so close to the sur­face that it often mas­quer­ades as the true face; how­ever, there is (for me) a soft gloam­ing, a pur­ple shadow on snow, an infi­nite refrac­tion of a lamp when seen through a web of ice-rimed branches… That is core.

Inter­est­ing because this feel­ing is tied to an envi­ron­men­tal vision, not a domes­tic one.