The gruff beard counterpoints the cheerful Santa Hat.
Perhaps a cover to the balding hair – alas another year gone – it certainly has been a long one.
Two men – brothers, lovers – who knows and frankly it’s not my place to judge.
Human love is human love – and I can see in their tenderness with each other that it is love by very definition of the word.
A pink haired goddess. Rapunzel of today’s generation. She leaves but acknowledges her presence or maybe I have acknowledged hers.
A stunning beauty.
I said I would stay local but I find myself again in Starbucks. Work is the agenda but people watching is the reality show.
“I’ll pick you up tonight” kissed to the head and check from one man to another. He leaves. He stays. Sniffles either from a persistent cold but more likely from an insistent love.
I can imagine he’s texting him as he leaves the door. I remember all too well those days as well. Phone a lifeline and whatever the maker decided to do with battery life, the heart beat.
Christmas does different things to different people. Those with stories of loss are all to conscious of what they have lost. For others, the ability to take a much needed deep breath. To spend a little of the hard-earned money on loved ones. To reconnect with those we have spent too little time with.
Friends from fargone places send messages wishing you happy holidays. The warm moments that remind you that the stocking isn’t always full of coal.
In all this global uncertainty, caravans and controversy – the universal truth that we are all human spirits and souls on the same sleigh ride of life is an important one. Taking time aside to love one another, interact with one another, smile at one another – a raison d’etre for living.
Wishing you and your loved ones endless love and happiness over a cup of Starbucks coffee (no sugar – my weight is becoming problem).
(p.s. the guy with the Santa hat actually works here!).
(p.p.s I will be putting up more blogs in 2019 – it is my resolution every year but this year I’m committed).