Poor neglected blog. I cut back my posting here because I'm not even sure anyone reads this journal anymore. Most people seem to be more closely affiliated with livejournal, so I mainly update there. This journal was always my favorite as far as layout goes, however. Its original purpose was to serve as a canvas for my dreamy, imagery-laden ramblings rather than mundane updates. Perhaps the silence is merely an indication that I should start dreaming again.
Christmas seems the perfect time for dreams. I have always loved the warm glow of lights, whether it be Christmas lights, home lights, or even candlelight. The amber sparkle seems to capture all that is magical, inviting, and content. Snow flake ornaments are glittering lightly on the tree, and as always, the happy windows of a village house beckon.
GPTV is airing music program after music program in the evenings as part of their pledge drive, and each performance only seems to enhance the niceness of these December nights. Last night featured Andrea Bocelli, and tonight's performances have been Celtic Woman and Chris Botti. I hadn't expected to feel very jazzy after the clear, lilting Irish tunes, but there's something incredibly relaxing about it. A Parisian cafe type of relaxation.
1 comment:
parisian cafe... hehe you would have to throw in alot of cigarrettes... disguntled mumbles... and "the gaze" before you can get that :) yay for 34 hours work weeks... vive Paris!
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