'Tis the season, right? It's the most unusually warm Christmas in Denver. 50s, sunny, no snow. I rode 30 miles this morning and mostly saw people out walking their dogs. Actually, I saw two gentlemen out jogging in jeans and leather jackets. ?
But I thought as a nice reminder of what the holiday season/life is truly about (since most people I know are crazy busy with shopping and cooking and spending money), I found another e.e. cummings poem to celebrate the small, beautiful, (and sometimes tragically fleeting) magical moments in life.
christ but they're few
or lose)good true
god how he sings
'll be silent in
a moon or two)
So Merry Christmas, all. Listen to the birds sing. Treasure your special moments.