Homecoming For Christmastime�

Some descriptive narrative....

 

So, I am travelling home for the holidays…
Christmastime, that time of homecoming....

Home....

 

I have the flood of memories of large puffy flakes falling around me and soaking my coat...racing against the dawn with my comrades across town to get to the next gathering...riotous occasions of confusion and laughter, as we went reeling from room to room...cab rides by glum-faced men who weren’t there to participate, delivering us to our next destination...girls...music and laughter...drinks and feasts galore!!

 

I remember the quiet times in the outside, big wintry skies crossing overhead.....puffy clouds like pillows against the brightest of blues...the evening duck revealing itself in purples and reds in the distance as the first of the twinkling stars comes out to look down on us, with the large round moon peering at me....the black icy fingers of the barren trees reaching upwards toward them all....the brown silent houses silently puffing smoke from their chimneys above the rooftops..the world is silent and clean again…

 

The end of the year draws near I fear.....there are so many memories of things and times and people and words spoken and feelings felt and silences uttered and things done and undone...and memories...they all become memories...remember that year we thought the lights would go out all over the world? When we thought we were metal kings and comrades and watched the floor reel beneath us on acid? When we crossed that border bridge not caring where we ended up my brother? When just the few of us, sad and pathetic and wanting (always wanting), found comfort in our company? The end of the year draws near I fear, what memories have we created now?

 

(every minute I do not know of her intentions, I begin to accept reluctant dismissal)

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

I remember the quiet times in the outside, big wintry skies crossing overhead.....puffy clouds like pillows against the brightest of blues...the evening duck revealing itself in purples and reds in the distance as the first of the twinkling stars comes out to look down on us"

A most Beautiful descriptive narrative piece~ you paint such lovely images in the lines above~ and ~
"the world is silent and clean again"~ Quite lovely indeed!~THanks for entering the C' MAS in July contest~Fran Marie

[Barbara Walker]

This is so full of imagery, I feel like I'm there. I love your descriptions of the memories, things done and left undone, silences, etc. Very good read! Barbara