I was brooding yesterday....in the way only humans are capable. Sinking fast. Realized that I still largely associate the Holiday Season, with someone no longer in my life. This is by my choice--a choice I do not regret. Not that I ever had much taste for it before...I now find Holiday Cheer...pungent.
I craved nothing more than silence yesterday, with which to better torture myself, I suppose...rather than the company of other humans. However, I attended the party as planned.
& was glad I went.
It was much too loud, & much too crowded for my taste...or to suit my mood. But I was pleased to be in the company of my friends; some I've not seen in much too long, others I converse with damn near daily. Their company & conversation were welcome to Me....& all welcomed Me.
The whiskey probably didn't hurt either. Dulls the edge.
A friend I'd not seen in much too long gifted me with a sweet surprise last night however, one that touched my heart. Call it a "christmas present"....or simply a kind thought & gesture. He brought me a record. A simple piece of vinyl, pressed ages ago & recorded by one of my favorite musicians & songwriters...."The Heart of Saturday Night" by Tom Waits.
He gave it to me for no other reason, than that he knew it would make me happy.
A simple act of kindness, an unexpected surprise, that lifted a black mood....A smile...that quelled the pain.
Friendship is a gift we can never put a price on.
I listened to "Drunk on the Moon" on the phonograph at 3am....& drifted off to DreamLand shortly after. I slept well last night....
...another gift....
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