I'm staring at the dark parking lot in front of my office window at the university. It looks calm outside. The kind of calm that makes it hard to believe a snowstorm is on the way. I'm sure the puddles are starting to turn to ice by now, and I'm not looking forward to the drive home. Yet, there's a light in the window glass. On top of the hill, I can see a house that still has it's Christmas lights up. Green and red and gold against the black night.
Where there's darkness, there's also light. Saint Marty needs to be reminded of that every once in a while.
Keeping my eyes on the light |
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