Finding Hope

This morning feels like December or maybe it feels like Christmas. It is cold and still and everything sparkles. The stars are brighter, the night sky seems blacker. Some sounds are muffled while others have a sharp clarity. Magic seems possible. Every car we passed in the parking lot was touched by the icy wand of Jack Frost. They glittered in the street lights as though they had been covered in the dust of a trillion diamonds. Jack had taken every piece of metal and chose it only to adorn. The grass, the shrubs, the pavement were untouched.

I am aware of hope this morning as if the possibility of it did not exist before I fell asleep last night. It is foreign to me and although that thought is sad I going to cling to that little spark and refuse to let go. I will eat fluffy strands of it for it reminds me of the strands of freshly spun cotton candy and it will become part of me again.

The Gala was Saturday night and it was better than we had imagined. The room actually looked like it could have been anywhere including a casino in Monte Carlo. We kept hearing the same comments about that throughout the evening. The illusion of three separate rooms worked out beautifully. “Last year was wonderful, but this year you all have outdone yourselves.” This is a good thing but each year we create a bigger and bigger challenge for ourselves and my team of the past two years all wanting to bail on me. Maybe I will postpone the wrap-up meeting until after the Holidays and they have rested.

This cold air has inspired me to eat breakfast. Even now I have potatoes and sausage frying in some bacon grease. Biscuits are warming in the oven and coffee is steaming in the press.

 Time to add the eggs. Enjoy your day my beautiful friends.